Life in Tha Hood

Eighteen months felt like eighteen years to a recently paroled Ant Man. His whole world had changed. He had been duped into cooperating with the authorities, which made him a snitch. Pookie and Maurice were doing long sentences; D. Bad was back off in the wind since his now infamous shootout with Zek, that Tanya told the whole world about and resulted in the death of Killa, a/k/a Qwai Asadullah Shakur, b/k/n Jonas Stevens. Not to mention, Lyndra really was pregnant when he got out and Nyah was off in college at the University of Arizona, in Tempe Arizona. She wrote to him as promised and begged him to move to Arizona with her. She rented a two-bedroom apartment close to campus that she shared with two other co-eds. They all knew about Ant Man and couldn't wait to meet him. What the hell am I going to do now, Ant Man thought to himself. He couldn't' go back to the projects right now. See, he was officially taking refuge at this auntie Roni's house in Culver City, CA. Ant Man knew that showing his face in the Jordan Downs would be suicide at this point. You never went to war without any money, so he stood no chance at this point. He couldn't see himself going out like that, so Ant Man decided to do the only thing that made sense at this point... go to Arizona.