Ray was fifteen years old. Ray Johnson live on Winter Street in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Ray met Deon and he was sitting on the porch. Deon Brooks was thirty eight years old and was born in Chicago, Illinois (raised in Fort Wayne) Deon lived on Reed Street. Deon was smoking a Newport short.
"How you doing, Ray?" asked Deon.
"I'm doing good," said Ray.
"You still writing books?" asked Deon.
"Yes," said Ray.
Deon left his cigarettes and lighters. Ray got his cigarettes and lighters. Sat down a light a cigarette. Ray went to his room. He looked at the cds and clothes. Ray went to the closet. Ray wore a black t-shirt, brown shorts, and black running shoes. I went to get something. The door bell rings. Deon asked if Deon was home. Ray told him no. Ray go clean up.
