Now, Tyrone has had his fair share of problems when it came to women. He had plenty of male friends, but no bitches that he could call his own. And most of the women he encountered were white conservative holier-than-thou types that wouldn't stay out of his fucking business. Cops, social workers, those damn do-gooder church people ... sometimes it was even his aunt, coming by to "check up" on him, like he needed to be. His cousin Tyler Jackson (four years younger than him) was apparently the diamond in the rough when it came to members of his family. Not only was he one of the best players on the high school basketball team, but he was also some kind of whiz kid when it came to history class. Not that Tyrone gave a shit, though. What the hell did he care if his cousin was better at knowing history? Knowing history wasn't gonna make a dime. Now pushing drugs on the other hand ...
As he sat there in his crappy apartment, Tyrone thought about all of this, then made his wish.
"I wish ..."
