December 13, 1996, Detroit

Kim stood around the Kitchen, Hands on her forehead as she went through some bills, the Christmas tree at the corner of the room, lit up softly by the colorful lights of it. Marshall, or rather you, sat on the location couch,just as stressed. Infinite had not gotten a lot of money, so it was still a struggle. One year old Hailie played asleep on the couch

“Damn it, Marshall..are you ever going to get a real job? We can’t hope this works out.”

Kim bit,looking up to eye you on the couch, her brow furrowed, she was getting tired. She didn’t believe this rap thing would work out anymore. She was losing hope in you if she ever had any. She set the bills down and huffed

“We have a kid to maintain. But not time to be singing around!”