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"A flashing talent straight from the streets of the lost. He brings the characters to life."

-Lost Souls Entertainment

"Once the action starts it continues."

-Felonious Films

"Larry Jackson's great talent promises him a seat On the Spot."

-On the Spot

"'The Contract' is truly a compelling short story from begin to end. I enjoyed the excitement and intensely twisted conflicts that existed amongst the characters. Jackson described the city streets in such reality; one can recall time and dates that events such as those described in this short story that took place."

-Bianca Tebbs, Promotions Coordinator,

KMOJ Radio 89.9 FM "The People's Station"

"After Donald Goines, no one has told the tale of the streets as this fresh genius. Just like his mentor, Jackson writes in guts 'n blood. He vividly takes you on a riveted tale from sex, to high speed chases through the city streets of North Minneapolis, to betrayal, to marked murder, and then leads you to God."

-Magazine Exposure

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When he looked down at the short man's face, his eyes widened and he made an attempt to run but it was too late. The short man lunged forward and shoved the six inch blade deep into the surprised man's stomach several times. The shocked young man's eyes widened more and his mouth opened wide, releasing an ugly gasping sound. Bam twisted it inside the dying man's gut on the last contact and brought the deadly weapon up, gutting the unsuspecting G'Ball like a pig. The gutted man released his urine and lost his bowel as he lost all control of his muscles. The urine stained the front of his drawers and ran down his legs onto the floor. Bowel belched from G'Ball's large intestine, out his anus and stained his drawers as the nasty stinky mess ran down his backside until it reached the floor. His guts fell to the floor, rejoining the substance they once faithfully held. Bam could feel the weight of the sloppy bloody mess on his Nikes. The dead man slumped forward onto the short man. G'Ball's executioner stepped back and the destroyed young man crumpled to the floor, landing in his own mixture of bloody waste.

The young killer stuffed the murder weapon into his own pocket and produced its "look alike" from another pocket. He took the "look alike" from the plastic bag, and careful not to smear the fingerprints too much, he shoved the knife deep into the dead bloody body twice and left it there.

Song "CHOP U UP!" by: (Me) Preast

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Sex, Betrayal and Murder on the city streets of north, Minneapolis

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"CHOP U UP!"