Muscle got attention.
Money got control.
But information got everything.
By fifteen, he knew which grocer watered down milk, which landlord cut heat in January, which police officer preferred envelopes over paperwork. He listened more than he spoke. He remembered everything.
And Harlem remembered him.
The Birth of a Name
The bump on the back of his head—small, stubborn, unmistakable—became a nickname long before it became a legend.
“Bumpy.”
It started as teasing. It became branding.
In a neighborhood where reputation was currency, “Bumpy” stuck in the mind like a headline. You didn’t forget it. And neither did he.
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