Thursday, May 23, 2013
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Monday, May 6, 2013
I pulled up to the Carmelitos in Long Beach where Nevaeh lived. It was a warm beautiful day out, so, I was rolling with my T-Tops off—I pulled in an empty parking space next to Nevaeh’s in my black Camaro Z28 that sat on 20” Anteras. When I stepped out, the bitches was standing around looking; all eyes were on me. Shit, if I would have knew that they would have been staring like that, I would have pulled up bumpin’ All Eyez On Me by Tupac. The bitches had some crazy looks on their faces; looking me up and down. They were either hatin’ or looking at how fly I was, with all my ass. My ass was looking right and plumper than ever. I had dipped in my stash that I had took from Black’s scandalous ass, and went and got me some butt injections done. After I had had Malik, my ass disappeared; I couldn’t deal with that so, I moseyed my way on down to Dr. Kovacs who was a plastic surgeon over in Hawthorne and got my butt done.
So, therefore, I wasn’t mad that they were looking; shit, if I were them, I would have been looking too. I had my middle finger in the air yelling fuck’em. I had sewed me in a 20” Malaysian straight weave in my hair, with a part down the middle, I had on these cute diamond sandals that I had ordered from Bakers; fresh pedicure—toes polished all white, Robert Cavali jeans on, and a red tank top with the back cut up.
I looked back at them, threw my Coach bag over my shoulder, and walked straight in Nevaeh house. “Bitches,” I said to myself. For some reason, me and females just didn’t really click.
“Damn, how can you live over here with all these hatin’ ass Mud Ducks?” I said as soon as I stepped in the door.
“Girl, I don’t pay them hoes no neva’ mind, because if I did, I’ll be in this mutha fucka fighting like every day. They don’t say shit to me, and I do the same. But, that black bitch right there with the short haircut be trying to be all up in Slim’s face—always trying to get bags of Kush on credit; I be watching her ugly ass though. One false move, and that ass is mine.” Nevaeh stated looking out the kitchen window to the parking lot.
“That’s ridiculous, they be looking like they own this damn parking lot.” I said looking back out the screen door.
“Girl, they asses ain’t shit, but anyways, come here let me show you something.” Nevaeh grabbed my arm and dragged me into the living room.
We sat on the couch, “What, what is it?” I excitedly asked. I didn’t even know what it was, and I was already excited to know.
“Look at this shit,” She pulled out a small box from up under her couch and opened it; it was a five Carat sparking diamond ring.
“Oh my God, that is bomb, let me see.” I grabbed the box from her taking the ring out,” Damn, girl, where did you get this rock from? And, it’s from Tiffany’s too; oh hell naw, I’m jealous.”
“Slim gave it to me last night, and asked me to marry him.” Nevaeh responded sitting on the couch Indian style, with a big Kool-Aid smile on her face.
“What, marry him?” I exclaimed, putting the ring on my ring finger flashing it in the air, “Well, I hope you said yeah bitch,” Holding my hands out saying, “I’s married now, I said I’s married now.” We both laughed.
“Girl you silly,” She laughed.
I passed her back the ring, “Naw, but for real, what did you say?”
“What you think I said, shit I said yeah.” She responded, putting the ring back in the Tiffany’s box, “ He got romantic last night, girl. He cooked Lobster, Prawns, Baked Potatoes, and some bomb ass Filet Mignon. He had rose pedals leading from the bottom of the stairs to the bedroom, and a bubble bath filled with rose pedals, and candles lit all around the tub.”
“Dayum girl, okay, ooh, I know you were happy, he did all that, that was sweet of him.”
“Hell yeah, and, girl, why his crazy ass stripped for me.”
I died laughing, I couldn’t picture Slim stripping and dancing. Nevaeh chimed in laughing. “Girl, stop lying , no he didn’t.” I said, continuing to laugh.
“No, he was doing good.” Nevaeh smiled and smirked, “Yeah, girl, he crazy, but, that was a side of him that I never saw before, and I loved and enjoyed every bit of it too. He dicked me down so good, I couldn’t even walk after.” Nevaeh stated, looking like she wanted to call him up and give her some right then and there.
“Ok, I don’t want to hear all that.”
“Whatever, anyways,” Nevaeh got up and turned on some music and we sat there chatting it up.
“So, what they saying about Tank?” Nevaeh asked.
Lighting the White Widow blunt up that I had just rolled, I took a long drag then exhaled blowing out the smoke, “He’s still alive, but, he is still fighting for his life. So, we just have to wait and see the outcome after he have all his surgeries.
“That’s crazy, I wonder do he know who did that shit. Whoever it was, tried to kill his ass.”
“He was lucky. His auntie been over there going crazy. She been spending nights at the hospital—sleeping by his side, not wanting to go home. When I talked to her, she said he’s been out of it—not able to respond. The doctors told her she needed to go home and let him finish getting his rest because, it’s like he could tell when someone was in the room because, his heart rate would go up. Plus, she needed rest herself; she was looking burnt out, like she’d been up for days.”
“Shit, that’s her first nephew, what you expect?” Nevaeh stated, getting up to go in the kitchen, “Have you been up there to see him?” She asked grabbing two cups out the cabinet to pour us some of her bomb Kool-Aid she be making.
“No, I haven’t been up there, they only letting certain people up there, and I’m not trying to go through the third degree to get up there.” I responded, sitting there going through my phone.
“I know right. What’s up with Angie, you ain’t heard from her?”
I looked over at Nevaeh like; girl are you fucking crazy, “Girl, Angie knows I’m done with her raggedy, scandalous, trifling punk ass. Bring them chips in here too,” I stated, gesturing to the CHEDDAR & SOUR CREAM Ruffle potato chips that were on the kitchen table.
“Well damn, don’t snap at me; I was just asking.” She responded passing me the chips and my Kool-Aid, then sitting back on the couch.
“I’m not fucking with that bitch, I’ll fuck around and catch a case. I saw her ass the other day though, flying down Compton Blvd. with Red in the car; and why his seat was leaned all back like he was hiding from somebody.”
“Oh wow, she is a mess, somebody gone end up hurting her ass something terrible.” Nevaeh responded shaking her head.
Red was one of our homeboys from over on the East Side of Compton; he fucked with this girl name Tiffany who he had three kids by, and that bitch was crazy as hell over him. So, I would hope Angie ain’t fucking with him, because Tiffany fo’ sho’ didn’t play that. I showed her some love—the next bitch ain’t.
“I wouldn’t trust that girl as far as I can throw her, and that ain’t far. I know one thing, you better keep your eyes open.” I added.
“Bitch please, my guards gone always be up when it comes to her sneaky ass.” Nevaeh responded, “Where you going after you leave here?”
“I gotta go drop off this money to my momma, she supposed to be taking Malik to Disneyland tomorrow…”
“Bitch, I’ll whoop yo ass you dirty bitch; I know you stole my mutha fuckin’ money out my glove compartment. You was the last one in my car, and the only one who saw me put it in there!” A female voice yelled from outside in the parking lot of Nevaeh house.
Me and Nevaeh looked at each other, “Who in the hell is that?” I asked as we got up and ran to the door to see what was going on out there.
The parking lot was packed—one of her neighbors was giving a Barbeque, and of course drinks and drugs are involved, so therefore, it’s always a problem. It was a lot of commotion going on out there; niggas and bitches were everywhere.
“Cuz, I ain’t gotta steal shit from yo ass!” The skinny girl spat back, looking like she had just took a hit of something.
“Alright, well, where the fuck my money go then? Bitch, I just came from the store, and it was in there before I went in the mutha fucka!” The tall brown skinned female pressed, and started walking towards the skinny girl.
The girl who supposed to had taken the money, was thin as wind. Ain’t no way she had a chance with ole’ girl. The one who got her money took; had at least some size 14 to 15 inch arms, but, they went with her body—she was thick in a good way—a solid, big boned type female; she was cute too. And, by the looks of it, it looked like she had hands.
“Oh, bitch you want it!” The skinny girl stated stepping back throwing up her guards. This girl was little, but was holding her own; she wasn’t backing down for nothing.
Ole’ girl ran up and took off on her with no hesitation; bink, bink, bink, bink.
“Bitch,” The skinny girl said, getting knocked back a little bit, then came back with a solid two piece to the face.
These bitches was out there fighting like some dudes. Me and Nevaeh opened the screen door and stepped out in the back to the parking lot, so our nosy asses can get a better view and hear what was going on.
“Sock her, Tierra, beat her ass girl!” One of the females yelled gesturing to ole’ girl.
“Bitch, ain’t, no, body, gotta, steal, yo, mutha, fuck’n, money,” The skinny girl grunted out with every hit she dished out.
“Damn, Desti’ne, her lil’ ass is fucking her up.” Nevaeh stated.
“Hell yeah, ole’ girl getting her ass fucked up.” I responded.
That lil’ chic was with the business, she was letting ole’ girl have it; she socked her one good time—knocking her into a parked car.
“Uh, uh, get off my shit.” A female said, pushing them off her costumed painted stocked Nissan Altima.
“Girl, they be getting it crackin’ over here.” I stated to Nevaeh. She looked at me and shook her head; as if she was ready to move from up over there.
I turned around to head into the house so I can get my purse and keys and get ready to leave then, “Damn!” Someone from the crowd yelled out.
Ole’ girl couldn’t take that ass whoopin’ she was getting; she reached in her pocket, pulled out a box cutter and sliced the skinny chic across the forehead—splitting her from the top of her forehead, down across her nose to her cheek.
“Oh hell naw, bitch,” A girl said heading towards ole’ girl.
I turned back around, “Oh my god, did she just cut her in her face?” I asked.
“That’s fucked up, ole’ punk ass bitch.” Nevaeh responded.
Police sirens where going off, you could hear them getting closer coming in the Carmelitos, “He got a gun!” A female voice yelled from out the crowd.
Everybody started screaming, yelling, and running around ducking like crazy. Me and Nevaeh did the same thing; ducked and headed in her house, “Bitch, stay down.” I told Nevaeh, pushing her head down. She was still trying to see what was going on out there. Shit, I was ready to get the hell up outta there.
“I need to get the hell outta here.” I pressed, “y’all got too much going on over here.”
We heard a gunshot go off, heard police cars swooping up in the parking lot. We peeped out the door; it was a lot of commotion going on; cuz this, cuz that, bitch this, bitch that.
It was three police cars, they jumped out six deep, “Back up! Back up! Get down!” They yelled all together rushing towards the crowd, with their guns out. Most of the crowd disbursed, while others got gaffled up and handcuffed.
My phone rung, “Girl, where in the hell are you at?” My momma yelled through the phone.
“I’m at Nevaehs, I would have been left, but It’s a lot going on out here in her parking lot. The Police not letting nobody out right now.” I responded.
“Oh Lord, y’all not involved are y’all?” She questioned in concern.
“Momma, no, we in her house now. This don’t have nothing to do with us. As soon as they clear the parking lot out, and start letting people leave, I’ll be on my way.”
“Alright, be careful and watch yourself.”
“Okay, I will.” I answered, then hung up the phone.
The Police had the lot on lock for a good hour; arresting and questioning people. When that gun shot went off, the bullet hit some female in her side. I’m glad we stayed in, because, we wasn’t trying to get interrogated over some bullshit we didn’t have nothing to do with. After everything was over outside, and the Police cleared the area so people could leave, I got my stuff and got out of there. Bullets don’t have no name, and I wasn’t trying to get hit with one.
“Alright girly, I’ll check you later, next time you at my house.” I told Nevaeh, we both laughed, and embraced each other.
Laughing, “Ok, see you later crazy.” Nevaeh responded, and went back in the house after I safely pulled off.
Friday, May 3, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Decero Troy Maclund is known on the streets of Griggs as “Drape.” A pretty-boy killer and dope dealer from Denevin Heights, who finds himself collecting a little hoe-money on the side.
With a couple of super bad freaks on the cash, he soon realizes the Pimp game has as many dangerous twists and turns as other hustles. In addition, when one of his hoes is targeted for murder by a foul gorilla-pimp from her past, Drape’s entire operation is jeopardized.
As a Dover Boy off the Heights, the young killer has to make it known that, by interfering with his business; there is a cost to pay in full. In the streets of South Michigan, the game of homicide definitely works both ways.
Sex, Drugs, Money, and Murder—a dark ride off into the concrete jungle where dollar’s rise, bodies fall, and pimpin’s on the grind.