I'm reading "The Game"

[Mr_Norwood]

wow what a book. I want to by like Mystery.. He has slayed 1000s!

Doors were split and smashed off their hinges; walls were dented in the
shape of fists, phones, and flowerpots; Herbal was hiding in a hotel room

scared for his life; and Mystery was collapsed on the living room carpet cry-
ing. He'd been crying for two days straight.

This wasn't a normal kind of crying. Ordinary tears are understand-
able. But Mystery was beyond understanding. He was out of control. For a

week, he'd been vacillating between periods of extreme anger and violence,
and jags of fitful, cathartic sobbing. And now he was threatening to kill
himself.

There were five of us living in the house: Herbal, Mystery, Papa, Play-
boy, and me. Boys and men came from every corner of the globe to shake

our hands, take photos with us, learn from us, be us. They called me Style. It
was a name I had earned.