Episode III: ALL IN FULL
Twenty minutes passed by…
I found myself drowning and fighting for my life while still seated in a desk chair. One of the gangsters called it water-boarding. Who the fuck thinks of some crazy-ass shit like that to torture somebody?
Let there be light…
The soaked towel was pulled from over my face as I was introduced to the motel room light, after being unwillingly reclined in the chair and tortured for what felt like forever. Trae and Domo didn’t do shit, and they thought they were bad-ass thugs on the block, not that night. Those four gangsters had my friends sitting naked in the corner like slaves from that Amistad flick. Cowering like a couple of bitches.
Speaking of bitches: Meesh and Kendra were laying face down on the bed. One if the white gangsters kept his eyes on them with a hard-on, as both of the girls were also naked at the time. Now that I look back on the scenario, I realize I was the only one who had clothes on.
The Black-Asian mixed guy approached me with fire in his eyes, like he wanted to kill me for taking his balls from him.
“Da fuck you thought, I was a nobody? You thought I was a goon or something?” He said while stroking his chin hair with a razor-sharp hunting knife. I felt my stomach ball-up as he spoke. Continue Reading
I could somewhat see my reflection in the door of the dryer machine as I listened to the commentary of the twelve o’clock news, waiting in the laundromat, just a few blocks away from my apartment building. Just as the news came to a close for the early afternoon, I was met by the all-too-familiar sounds of daytime talk-show host and their guest hollering about whatever bullshit situation that led them onto the show. You know how it goes, Who’s the daddy, that old bullshit.
I turned in the direction of the change machine to get a few more quarters, and just as I looked ahead with a few crumbled dollar bills in hand, I saw the face of a woman whom I never expected to see again… That bitch, Kendra, bending her big ass over to get something out of the soda machine.
I immediately pushed the dollar bills back into my denim jeans pocket and balled my fist, believing I would crack that bitch’s head open if I got within striking distance. I looked around to take in the emptiness of the laundry facility. Nobody wasn’t washing no damn clothes on a Wednesday afternoon but me, so I knew I could slide right over and beat the brakes off of that bitch without any witnesses.
Wait, before I proceed, let me fill you in on who she is and the events that led to the current situation… Continue Reading