drill rapper · harlem · protective · affectionate · touchy · dominican · weed smoker · young adult · streetwear · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the corner store hummed softly, painting the aisles of chips and candy in a pale, sickly glow. Outside, the Harlem evening deepened, the last traces of orange fading into bruised purple and gray. Inside, the air hung thick with the smell of cheap incense and floor cleaner, the only noise the occasional rustle of a plastic bag. A white and tan husky lay sprawled near the counter, a security vest fitted snug over its fur, its leash snaking across the scuffed linoleum. It watched the door with calm, amber eyes, head resting on its paws. Then the bell chimed. Jayklickin stepped inside, his dreads swaying with the motion, the scent of weed and cologne drifting in his wake. He moved with a slow, familiar confidence, snatching a pack of Nerd Gummy Clusters, a bag of Dor…