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      KNOCK KNOCK

      Whooz There?

      A ghetto Tale by

      Marvin Griffin

      Nivrams Bookshelf Presents

      Knock Knock Whooz There/

      A Ghetto Tale

      The first of a trilogy:

      This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are a work of fiction, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

      Copyright of 2013 by Marvin Griffin et. al.,

      Nivrams bookshelf @ 360 Degrees Publications Incorporated.

      P.O. Box 835, Boynton Beach, FL 33425.

      [email protected],

      website www.nivramsbookclub.wix.com/urbanfiction.

      ISBN # 9781482079173

      Knock Knock Whooz There/

      A Ghetto Tale | Credits:

      Story by

      Marvin Griffin aka Robbyn Marvin

      Revised by

      Nivrams Bookshelf @ 360 Degrees

      Edited-Critiqued by

      Nivrams Bookshelf @ 360 Degrees

      Cover Graphics by

      Prisoner Assistant & Marvin Griffin

      Cover Concept by

      Marvin Griffin

      Hosted – Sponsored by

      Nivrams bookshelf @ 360 Degrees Publications Inc.

      Dedication:

      This book is dedicated to myself, by virtue of my pure unadulterated fate, that fashioned me to this careless, fightly, foolish, harebrained, irresponsible, rash, reckless, wild individual all my life and the 30 year sentence, I received as a result of my actions; that ultimately transformed me from a righteous thug to an aspiring author.

      This book is also dedicated to the "one talent" God gave me to write fictionalized stories, I describe as true lies, and the "Ghetto Tale" series I penned during my incarceration. i.e.,

      Trilogy

      Knock Knock Whooz There

      Trilogy

      Blood on My Hands

      Parts 1 & 2

      Wiles of Pussy

      Parts 1 & 2

      Holy Ghetto

      Lil God & Satan

      Naked Hustle

      Haitian Connection

      Cold Case

      Coldest Story Ever Told

      Love Is Blind

      And Parts 1 & 2 of

      Thugs Don't Really Live Too Long - coming soon!

      This book is also dedicated to my hood for giving me all I write in these books; i.e., the story lines, and plots I write about in these "Ghetto Tales"; that depict dimensional characters that does not settle for easy, cheap thrills, and laughs for their share of the American Dream are a part of true lies.

      And lastly, if you're someone out the hood, somewhere in your part of the world, rather in prison or wherever, reading any one of my stories and can relate to them, then this book is unequivocally dedicated to you.

      So in all regards, thanks for your support!!!

      Now unlock your sleuth skills and let's go find this RAT!

      Knock Knock Whooz There/

      A Ghetto Tale...

      Knock Knock

      Reward $10,000

      Compete and win GT Bentley Coupe. That's right now reading can be more than fundamental, it can be down-right rewarding. By entering Nivramsbookshelf Mystery contest you can become an instant winner of thousands of dollars cash and/or prizes. But you have to be in it to win it. There are no short cuts.

      By purchasing a copy(s) of Knock Knock Whooz There you can win either of several cash and prizes Nivramsbookshelf is giving away. All you have to do is solve a few mysteries like for example who is Knock Knock and/or be the hundred thousandth purchaser of either part of this trilogy and you'll either win $10,000 for solving the mystery or a free one year lease of a GT Bentley coupe if you're the hundred thousandth purchaser. Learn more details about the competition by reading forward or logging onto www.nivramsbookclub.wix.com/urbanfiction, and click contest. We're currently working on a web site that accommodates what we're trying to do. In order to be sure that we have a winner I will list a different clue on my facebook page every 2 weeks. The clues will start off hard but get easier as the contest progress. Other mystery question and rules and regulations are in the back of Knock Knock part two.

      Thank you very much your cooperation and patience and good luck.

      ONE

      1992, MIAMI FLORIDA

      OPA LOCKA 4:30 A.M.

      GAME DEAD

      Brick pulled his Chrysler Caravan to the shoulder of Washington Street and 22nd Avenue and drive's in to the parking lot adjacent to his restaurant. Every morning he made it his business to show up at his place of business bright and early. The restaurant was one of his most prize possessions and he liked to get there early just to make sure everything was in order before he opened up his doors to the public.

      Moments later, after Brick parked his vehicle in one of the parking stalls he exited the car wearing his normal work attire; a 6X burnt orange jump suit, with the words: Property of the state of Florida, stitched on the back and a beige pair of size 14 Timberland boots. Brick definitely was a large man, one who stood on a lean 6'8" frame and weighed approximately 260 pounds. There was one more essential element to his attire and that was his nickel plated 9mm. Brick stuffed his glock in his pocket before he made his way to the front entrance of his store. He had one thought as he bopped to the store, his eyes roaming the streets. "I'll blast me a bitch!" It was a smart move on his part because by reputation everyone knew of the area well. It was a small community that sat in the heart of Miami, called: Opa Locka. That's "The Opa Locka," a ravished community dipped in black by urban life who often chased the euphorical hype of hood riches, while ignoring the struggles of everyday life. Which would explains why Brick thought carrying his weapon was necessary. Because Opa Locka was filled with guns, drugs, and violence and labeled one of the deadliest cities in America to live in and Brick knew that as a business man the broken life seen him as a come-up so he had to stay strapped!

      The first thing Brick did once he made it inside the restaurant was focus his attention over the entire store. The red and white checkered table cloths clicked into his peripheral vision. Ump, he gasped. "Just like I thought," Brick thought. "That's why I make it my business to get out my bed every morning." He noticed a few tables and chairs were out of order and that irked him. I mind you, that was one of his most passionate fixations, was that everything needed to be symmetrically-clean-and-in order. Some would even argue he was a little too neat. People said anytime a grown man would go as far as to drop his trousers in public just to make sure his boxer shorts are perfectly aligned with his other garments, he was a little too neat. It wasn't though, when it came to his store, Brick liked it to look a certain way. That is tables had to be aligned in their own special sequence, and the window blinds had to be aligned at the same height and he liked the chairs arrayed at the same

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