On the streets of Los Angeles, every five-mile radius has its own Superfly, and Bruce Henderson was The Fly of his. At the top of his game back in the day, he knew only free-flowing cash, hip cribs, a cash-cow drug business, brand new cars every month (to scramble the cops off his trail), and wall to wall women. All was going well for Bruce and his pimpdom until one day when his mother gave him a little booklet that packed a big punch. He made the...