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Date Posted: 17:08:22 07/20/01 Fri
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Jay took the lighter out of his coat pocket and lit the blunt. Marijuana and cigar smoke filled his car as he exhaled the smoke. He hit it again and passed it to Dave whose cell phone had rang. He was yelling at someone about how he didn’t need them to tow his car back to him and that he had a ride. He hit the blunt between sentences a couple times and passed it back to Jay.
“You going in? They said my ride was finished-just got it fitted with wood grain dash, polished walnut steering wheel and Coach peanut butter leather seats.”
“Give me a ride over there so I can take it to the body shop.”
Dave said as he got into Jays ride. Jay handed him the blunt. He backed out of the driveway and drove toward the detail shop. Dave reclined his seat and asked Jay to roll up his window.He finished smoking the blunt then put it out in the ashtray leaving a inch long roach. They rolled down Foothill . Jay drove a 96 Mercury Grand Marquis that ran smooth and provided a smooth ride.
Jay and Dave knew each other since they were a year old. They were brought up in good houses in Oakland. Daves dad was in the construction business-he built home additions, did roofing and remodeled kitchens. Jays dad was a high school Guidance counselor and his mom was a dietician. {They were so tight that neither one of them could remember not seeing each other for more than two days in a row in twenty years.}
Dave stood 5'10 and was 260 pounds. Light skinned like his mom. He wore a shaved head a tattoo on each forearm-one of a menacing pit bull and one of a three dimensional cross. His front teeth were capped in gold. When he smiled on a sunny day his teeth would blind anyone who was standing in front of him.
Jay was six foot 190 pounds. He was brown skinned with a straight nose and clear eyes. He wore his hair in a shaggy mini afro.
“Lets go get some grub.” Dave said to Jay.
They got into the car and Jay drove further up Foothill to the seafood shack. The restaurant had brown indoor paneling on the outside. The inside was wall –to- wall aqua blue linoleum. The table and chairs were simple with chrome legs and plastic tops. Fly Stick paper hung in a corner by a window displaying its catch of dead flies. The place had a few customers in line. There was a panhandler outside with a Dixie cup in hand selling newspapers. They walked in and decided on there order. Jay wanted fish and chips with a side of tarter source, plenty of oil and vinegar. Dave was to get the supreme half-pound burger with the works.
“What do you want.” asked a big black man at the counter.
“I’ll have the fish and chips.” Jay said while ducking under the 2 inch thick bullet proof glass. He was trying to see if any of his partners were working so he could get them to give him some extra fries. He did see one of his buddies but his back was turned and he was slaving over the sink washing dishes. He gave way to Dave and he placed his order. They took a table by the soda machine and waited.
“Dave slumped in his chair reached in his pocket and pulled out a wad of ten, twenties, fifties and hundreds when folded it made a ten inch knot of cash. He started peeling off hundreds-counting out one-,two-three-four. He counted out five thousand. Seperated this wad and placed it in his other pocket.
“I am going to be breaking bread for my ride. five gees." Dave said while adjusting his money clip.
The food was ready. Jay paid for his out of a twenty he had in his wallet. Dave got his on the house.“I’ll take care of you man.”
The old man behind the counter looked at Dave and shook his head. And said under his breath. “You better pay or I’ll…”
They walked out-brown paper bags of food in hand-got into the car and drove towards the body shop.
The brothers who owned the detail shop were out front talking to each other when they pulled into the driveway.
“Whats up." One of the owners said greeting Dave.
" How you fellas doing.” Dave said.
“Chillin, just chillin.” One of the owners said.
Looking around the corner of the building Jay could see Dave’s truck. Through the windshield he picked out the shine of the walnut steering wheel. He waited in the car as Dave went over to the truck with the brothers. Syndey (the shop owner)opened the drivers door and Dave got in then sat in the drivers seat. He surveyed the trucks new accessories.
"The leather for the seats was 2500. The walnut dash was a gee and the steering wheel costed five hundred. So with the labor it’s going to be fifty-five hundred.” The shop owner said.
“Fifty-five hundred.”
“Yeah fifty-five hundred."
“I was ready to spend five .”
They thought for a minute.
“I got to give Mike five hundred for his work.”
Ok. Why don’t we do this I’ll pay 5250 and throw in a ounce of weed.” Dave said while taking out his money clip.
“Let me go and talk to Mike and see what he wants to do.” The owner said.
They got out of the truck and walked into the shop-his brother followed. He called for Mike. Mike did all the upholstery and wood work in shop. He was a young guy-he wore glasses and a blue jump suit. The owner put his arm around Mike and walked him to the corner of the shop. They spoke for a while Mike backed up and looked the owner up and down then extended his arms. Dave overheard him say something like he was'nt a punk. The owner motioned for Dave to come over.
“You tell him what you want to do.” He said looking at Dave.
“Mike-your going to come up on this-two fifty and a ounce of bomb weed. If you don’t smoke you can sell the ounce for five hundred. “
Dave looked around when he spoke so that anyone inside the shop could here his proposal. Some of the other workers looked over at Mike.
“Alright man when can I get the weed. “ Mike asked.
“I’ll bring it by tonite” He said then gave Mike a fist pound.
He walked over to the office and settled the cash part of the deal.
“Meet me back at the house.” He said while looking down at Jay from his truck.
They got back to Daves house and entered throught the back door that Dave had installed. He could enter his bedroom directly without having to walk through the living room and kitchen. Jay brought the bags of food to the kitchen and placed both of them in the microwave. He was hungry. Dave went into his bedroom. He had a 4'X 4' piece of his floor cut out that was hinged and swung upward like a trap door. There was a ten inch deep space between the floor and the basement ceiling. There was a one-foot space between the floor joints. He kept his money, guns, weed and coke there. Daves arsenal consisted of an AK47 fully auto, twin Glock nine millimeters a Moshberg shot gun and enough ammo to fight a small war. The guns were the first items he saw when he opened the trap door. The ammo was kept in heavy cardboard boxes. He kept his cash next to the ammo. Stacks of hundreds, fifties and twenties were strapped together with thick rubber bands in ten-thousand-dollar bricks. Next to the cash is where he kept his drug stash. A pound of weed and a few bags of crack. He also had scales, some illicit DVD’s, handcuffs and a nightstick. When Dave opened this compartment he was like a kid in a candy store. {This was his business equipment.} The same as a laptop and palm pilot is to a banker. This was the compartment he dreamt about when he was a kid. In the corner of the room was his pit bull-Illi, if Daves parents tried to go through his stuff Illi would have taken their arms off. Only Dave and Jay knew the compartment existed. Anyone else who tried to enter the bedroom would have been met by Illi jumping for their throat.
Dave bagged up an ounce of weed and went back into the kitchen. Jay stood in the corner eating his fish and chips. Dave got his burger out of the oven and ate.
After eating they rolled a chopper and smoked.
2.
It was Holloween night and Chui, their buddy from up the street came over and hung out on the front porch with them. Chui was 16. He had a fat face and a short body. His thick arms and legs made him look like a cinder block . He wore a dirty tee shirt and loose fitting jeans. The three of them stood on the front porch taking turns hitting the weights. Chui got on the bench and pushed up 250 10 times. Then he turned his head left and right cracking his neck bones. Chui rested for a minute then asked Dave if he had any more weights. He wanted to see if he could hit 300. While was Chui laying on the bench he was so short that his legs could not reach the floor so he put them on the end of the bench. He struggled to level the three bar. He was able to raise it 5 times.
“Progress. Last time I could only hit it twice.” He said while sitting up and stretching his arms.
It was dark at 6pm and the neighborhood kids were out in their costumes trick or treating. {They walked up and down Ignacio with their young mothers and older brothers and sister getting candy.} A group of kids stopped in front of the house with their mom “Whats up fellas .” she yelled. And asked why they didn’t have any candy for her kids. They did’nt reply to her. They complimented the kid costumes instead. Most of the trick or treaters that evening walked by and waved knowing not to stop. Giving out candy was not something Dave and his buddies did. It was not on their agenda. They sat out and watched the people walk by, talked to some young ladies and hung out. They liked the scene but did not want to participate in it. It was a good evening to make a lot of money dealing. They sold mostly to older stragglers types who came out on nights like this-their raggedy clothes and unsteady walking made it easy for them to blend in on Holloweeen.
Dave and Chui made a good amount of cash dealing that night. Jay sat up on the porch hitting the weights and looked out over his buddies. They were out til 1am grinding and having a big night when a 40ish year old Cambodian stopped in front of the house and asked about getting some crack. They were the only ones outside. The Cambodian guy was jittery-Chui could tell he was fiending for a hit.
“Gimme two” he said. And rolled down his car window.
“Ten” Chui said. He held his bag against his chest and seperated out two rocks. The driver reached out the window with a ten dollar bill in one hand then leanded out of the car window and grabbed Chuis bag with his other hand. He slid back in his car and rolled up the window-Chui grabbed his hand as he started to drive off. Dave reacted by pounding on the cars hood . Chui’s wrist was stuck in the window-he was about to be dragged up the street. Luckily he had a thirty-eight in his waistband and was able to reach for it while running with the car. He smashed the car window with the gun butt and shot once. He hit the driver in the back of the head then watched as the car raced up the street then smash into a parked van. The drivers foot must have pushed on the gas pedal because he accelerated and hit the van at 50mph.The van and the Honda exploded into flames.
More to come......
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