VIEWER DISCRESION ADVISED-This is a full page excerpt from my upcoming debut novel, entitled Molasses Suite. Chapter 1/Page 2

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GPS locked, and everything. Didn't take me long to lose them. But then, he got to jerkin' around, all crazy and shit, and I lost control and flipped the car.”

“Luckily, I had a few minutes before they figured out that last slip I gave them. I got him down a manhole, right before the cops arrived and the car burst into flames. I made it like two blocks away from here through the sewer, Unc. The sewer, Uncle Eo! Who is this guy, Uncle Eo?”

“He is my brother and your grandfather.”

“Oh damn. So much for following my first thought. I started to leave his azz, but then I got to thinking what Uncle Eo would do, and decided otherwise. What did they do to him, Unc? Is he gonna make it? What's that hole in his chest? Is it a gunshot wound?”

The old man continued checking out the older man. He then arose and instructed Deuce to go check the news on TV in another room.

He wonders if he has done the right thing by taking the old man, instead of calling the authorities to help him while he was still in the hotel room. As Deuce reaches the entryway, he hears the old man regain consciousness. He is mumbling some foreign words and phrases that mean nothing to Deuce. The formula is in the boy.

Deuce reaches the other room and turns on the TV. This shit is so fucked up. I woke up this morning thinking this would be one of the best days of my life, after going to bed with triplets, just hours ago. Three bitches, count em, three sisters - a blonde, a brunette, and a red head. All three of them were sweet, cute, and fine as fuck. On top of all that, it is my sixteenth birthday. Now, look at this shit. I go from a luxury suite to the fucking gutter, in less than twenty-four hours. Only in America. What a world.

“Next, your local Channel 25, at five, newscast with breaking news.” A voice says on the television.

While waiting for the news to come on, Deuce begins undressing. With each piece of clothing he removes, he imagines himself removing large leaves of seaweed from his body. Except in this case, it was seaweed from the sewer. Sewer weed. He growls. Yuck.

After undressing, and catching a glimpse of his naked body in a mirror, he remembers the events that took place not so long ago. He reflects upon the early hours of the day and his sixteenth birthday sexcapades celebration.

He was on his way back from Midtown, making his usual stop at the Molasses Suite Cafe, heading into China Town. Suddenly, he decided to swing by the Treshwich Hotel to see if he could maybe snag a red eye fare to the airport before he went home.

He rolls his limo to the curb of the hotel entrance. A valet attendant is standing by a key cabinet. “Hey, valet this for me. I'm bout to go have me a drink.”

The young attendant looks at Deuce as he hands him the keys, and asks, “Aren't you a little young to be driving?”...To be continued.