Ghetto Teen
'Squeek' Pearson had been hanging around the junction most of the day. Handing out newspapers and washing windscreens for tips wasn't bad work but it was getting late into the afternoon and he needed a meal and a bottle badly. Maybe even a dollar suck from one of the crack whores on his block. At thirty-two the short, stocky black man had been living off the streets most of his adult life. He had put on a little weight recently and had grown his matted hair down to his shoulders, a patched...