scared. A few miles from work, I walked every day. 2 AM, a knock on
my window. Now I'm scared. Should I? Of course. I open the shade.
“Last stop,” a shadow says. “Told you a white man lives here. Pay up.”
Found him the next evening on a nearby stoop.
"How much you make?" I asked.
"Twenty bills. Why?"
"Starting tonight make me the first step on the tour. I'll come out and greet your tourists. Just want ten bucks for my time."
The deal was done.