Graves had sat on a rough boulder that lay on the side of the road. Graves had sat there every day at twelve watching a local drugstore; he had taken many visual notes of the place to remember.
So much pressure was on Graves to make no mistakes, or he would be the one shot instead of the clerk during the robbery.

When Biggie had came across Graves. He could see the sweat, chewed up nails off the kid. Biggie had the feeling he might flake on them and not go threw it all.

Biggie was the man to calm you down.
When things was getting rough and tough Biggie knew what to say to settle the situation calm shit down.
He was a guy who talked down a friend from not going out and shooting up the cops. Left the kid in tears as he was pulled in the cop car and sent to prison for the rest of his youth.

“Graves you look like your about to sweat out a pool son.â€?

“Biggie this shit isn’t cut out for me, you should know that more then I do.â€?

“Don’t worry Graves everything will work out. Just keep your head high.â€?