Part 8 (1/2)
”Who killed Popa T?”
”I killed Popa T!”
”Who killed Baby O?”
”Me, muthafucka, me!”
I went on to name a few others I had pushed off this planet, all the while trying to incite him to violence
”Now,” I said calmly, ”who killed Twinky?”
”I don't know”
Out of control now, I grabbed him by the collar
”Sissy, I'll slap yo' Godda Six-O,” he said
I reared back as far as I could and slapped the hell out of him hard across the face His hair net flew off fro, but he was just a gunfighter and had little skill with his hands I beat him pretty bad One ofhis head back He stu for me to stop I did only because he ceased to resist All the while his ho, so I stepped over to him
”What's yo' na na you been from the Sixties?”
” 'Bout nine months”
”What you in here fo,' shootin' one of my homies?”
”Naw, fo' shootin' some Brims”
In a flash one of the Bloods jumped up and said, ”I' quickness For a moment I stood indecisive After all, the Sixties were Crips Shouldn't I help hiinal intent? But the Sixties had showed little regard for my 'hood, my homies, or me Why should I help him? ”fuck theh both were my ene was too loud against the door so the soldier-cops came in and seized both Shakey and the Blood At this time the other Blood spoke up and made his exit to safety with his comrade T-Bone stayed, and I pumped him for all the information I could
That day in court my trial date was set T-Bone was remanded to the custody of the sheriff's depart to the juvenile tank When he arrived the next day he hadHe was put on Able row His eye was so discolored and bloodshot that he was given the new nanificance took place with our 'hoods on the street, I beat Tangle-Eye for it When Li'l Crazy De was shot-for the third tile-Eye bad To offsethe ith Main Street, and because we had no beef with Main Street, he was able to enjoy a bit of iht we found the real Bloods I was feeling at a loss for soo from Bounty Hunter and the other was Weeble Wooble froeles and neither had killed any ofour homie Cocaine's body while it lay in wake near their 'hood We'd arrived late to find that Cocaine had been stabbed repeatedly in the face with a screwdriver and that s had been thrown into the casket But their part in this was er to put hands on the two Bloods were the Grape Streets, whose worst enemy was the Bounty Hunters, and the East Coasts, whose worst enemy was the Mad Swans Those poor Bloods Up until the following day we had the that ere all Bloods We'd lead into a topic about so-and-so having been shot, and they'd finish the story off When our rumors proved false, they'd correct it for the record: ”Uh-uhn, Blood, that was h the night We even signed off with ”Blood love” before going to sleep
The next day was Doo ecstatic, excites around our knuckles, the Bloods thought they were a, everyone just prepared The Grape Streets ht was inexplicable: within seconds he was unidentifiable This was a standard beat-down The other, however, is worth detailing
Weeble Wobble was a stocky little guy with a full beard Monk, froht to it on the east side He, like the rest of us, had a murder He had little beady eyes that darted around nervously, and the left side of his h, because he didn't seem to be He answered all our questions in an even voice
Monk had a bit o Monk questioned Weeble Wooble at length about people, places, and events that had transpired over the years between their 'hoods Weeble Wobble, as if knowing his fate and wanting to confess his sins, spilled his guts But he did so ad the missions he had been on and who had fallen by his hand Just as I ad this prisoner of war, I had to acknowledge the sincerity of the prisoner Not once did he falter during his debriefing, not once did he stutter
When Monk was satisfied that he had bled hi a cup Everyone looked baffled It was enough to be civil in questioning the prisoner, but to now offer hie of diplomacy Nevertheless, we all waited to see what Monk had up his sleeve Monk had done so a twist When he got the cup from Dirt (Dirt's brother's na Jessie James from Blood Stone Villain) it was empty, which didn't seem to bother Monk too much He simply pulled out his dick and filled the cup And then, as if it were beer, he nonchalantly handed it to Weeble Wobble who, to our surprise, took it Well Godda too smoothly, almost as if rehearsed
”Drink it,” Monk ordered Only now did his voice show strains of anger, betraying the cool look on his face
”Wait a minute, Monk, I-”
”Drink it!” Monk exploded with fury, completely out of control now
Without further protest Weeble Wobble drank the acrid liquid, spilling droplets on his beard as he tipped the cup Once he had finished and put the cup down Monk tore into hieance Everyone wanted to rat-pack hi head up Weeble Wobble tried to dance about and put up a little resistance, but he had been so de that his response was simply no match for the swiftness and physical skill of Monk Every punch Monk threith pinpoint accuracy, splitting Weeble Wobble's lip with a left jab, then doubling back with an overhand right, opening a gushi+ng wound above his right eye Body blows rained in rapid-fire succession froround, Monk proceeded to stomp and kick hiroin area-until his eyes rolled back in his head and he flopped around on the floor like a fish
Bingo had long ceased any le-Eye over and slapped him up Not to be outdone by Monk, I called for a cup But I couldn't urinate, so I handed it to Taco, who quickly filled it up No one said a word as I handed the urine-filled cup to Tangle-Eye
”Drink it,” I told hile-Eye was looking around for Cyco Mike, who had gone to see a visitor He then looked to Green Eyes for a reprieve
”Hey, Green, you know I ain't no Sixty no onna let cuz do an, ”you know cuz claimin' Main Street now-”
”This muthafucka ain't from no Main Street! You know it and I know it”
And then, looking at Tangle-Eye, I held up both fists and repeated, ”Now drink it, punk, or get these dogs put on yo' ass”
”You know you gonna have to answer to Mike when he get back,” Green Eyes said
”Drink it!” I said loudly, ignoring Green And then as an afterthought I said, ”Mike don't pu ot y'all scared 'round here don't on' be scared, too”
The dayroom was deathly quiet The line had been crossed, my plan prematurely hatched
”le-Eye tipped the cup and sed the urine I slapped hi such a coward
When the soldier-cops cao and Weeble Wobble lying in pools of blood and called a 415-a distress call Within ing threats and profanities around at randoeant, who looked for scratches, blood, welts, or abrasions that would suggest we had somehow been involved in the beat-down Monk was the only one taken to the hole
After the exaes I heard Green Eyes sending Cyco Mike a briefing on what had happened with Tangle-Eye But Mike said nothing to ht I heard Cyco Mike order Li'l Fella fro Li'l Fella, a shed at least fifty pounds less than Cyco Mike, gave no response to this It beca place Cyco Mike knew he could not give Tangle-Eye full imle-Eye had not joined willfully and with the required passage of the universal lit up a struggle for his props This type of coverage only served to make Main Street look soft, as if anyone could join Cyco Mike knew that I knew all of this He also knew that he could not bringhi an indirect route to draw ht Trays-are natural allies, just as the Neighborhoods are So by publicly taking Li'l Fella's breakfast he was actually sending a hed the consequences of what I was about to do How many troops did he have down there? There was Green Eyes, Cisco, Warlock, Killer Rob, Handbone, and Chicken Sas recently back frole-Eye on his side I had Moh-Tower, Dirt, Mud, Bennose, Levi, Popa, and Perry It's not quantity but quality that counts in such situations We had a crew of quality soldiers who, quite frankly, up until my arrival, had lacked the proper leadershi+p To say I alone filled that vacuu our united front We all, at different times, functioned in the seat of leadershi+p But I was the prih I was nowhere near the physical condition I wanted and needed to be in, I had to respond to Mike He knehat he was doing and I knew-that was enough But before I could respond to him directly, I had to try to rile up soainst Mike, he could at least stand his ground
”Hey, Li'l Fella, what you do, give cuz yo' breakfast or what?”
”Naw, homie, but fuck that breakfast”
”Yeah, but Trays don't do it like that,” I told hionna eat it, throw it away”
Before Li'l Fella responded Mike spoke up
”Monster, what tier you on?”
”Charlie row”