My Lover, My Dope boy

It had always been Sonny and Adair against the world. The day she stole his juice box in the second grade, the two had been joint at the hip. Adair would give his life for Sonny, and vice versa. Sonny, the product of New York City foster care, was always about school. It was all she had, and all she needed to escape the system.

Adair, born to a single mother who worked hard to provide, didn’t need school. All he needed was his mother, Sonny and the streets. The streets were going to provide him with the money and stability that he needed in order to give Sonny the life she deserved.