Knock Knock Whooz There?. Marvin Griffin

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СКАЧАТЬ they showed him a nomenclature of hugs and kisses followed suit.

      "Oh, yeah, Brick, I forgot to mention I called the boys while I was at the bus station and told to meet me over here"

      "Did you tell 'em about yo plan?" Religion asked.

      "Yeah, I ran it down to 'em." Equal responded.

      "Man, I told you not to say shit till I'm here." Justice piped up.

      "Nigga I wasn't about to be waiting all day on you, I didn't know when you were gone show up. Besides what does it matter if you were here or not?" Equal quipped.

      "So what the nigga say?" Glory questioned.

      Faith reemerged from the back again. When everybody seen her they got quiet. She had this questioning look on her face as she pointed at her watch letting Brick know it was almost time to open.

      "He ain't say nothin' yet." Equal answered Glory's question.

      "Awe yo, it's a good plan" Religion walked up beside Brick and said.

      Brick did something I never expected him to do. When he told Faith they were going to keep the restaurant close for the day I knew I was fucked. I was like Oh shit, here we go again. Brick wanted to hear some more about this million dollar plan Equal said he had and what was the soonest did he think they could get started. That was another one of Brick's most passionate fixations, his love for money.

      "Oh so y'all niggas just gone ignore me huh?" I spat at everybody.

      "Well I'm gone tell the people who I am. I'm the narrator of this gritty ghetto tale you're about to read. I was there when it all went down and because I was the one who brought the "Mercenary's" crew down to its knees that's why I'm the one who can write.

      I told that nigga Brick that if he ever got back in the game that I was going to see to it he and whoever he was down with to prison. All he had to do was stay out the game and I'll keep my mouth shut. But he wouldn't listen and I had to do what I had to do to stop them.

      And just when you thought you read it all, then came this wickedly, beguiling, and villainous ghetto tale with engaging pros and subplots of the most egregious, bizarre betrayal amongst friends entitled Knock Knock Whooz There!"

      THREE

      BOSS LADY

      I'M IN

      "This is some fucked up shit," I mumbled furiously. I thumbed through my thoughts as I listened to Brick and the others talk about how they were going to take over the streets of Miami and make it rain with blood if anyone got in their way. I knew their blanket threats was made directly or indirectly towards me, that's why I didn't say anything. I just pondered on what I was going to do. When I thought I'd heard enough I got up and walked in the restaurant where Faith was. "Maybe I could talk some sense into her," I thought. I'd better talk some since in someone's head.

      Brick and Famous and Burden and Glory and Religion and Equal and Justice had moved their conversation to the side of the building. That's where Brick had recently installed a car wash and game-room. That was a more appropriate spot to finish talking considering the topic of their conversation. It wasn't like they could sit around normal people and talk about taking over an entire city only to build their own drug empire. Taking that approach would only result into unnecessary problems before they had a chance to do what they had to do. Naw, they had to be more discreet as they strategized the best way to read the blueprint of the street hustler's manual. Plus Faith ran them all out of the dining area. On second thought Brick didn't run nothing but his mouth when it came to how the restaurant's business was conducted. In that department Faith was the boss lady and that's why at 7:30 sharp she opened the doors to B.R.I.C.K.S., and customers poured through the door like streams of water.

      "Hello boss lady. . ."

      "Hello boss lady…"

      "Hello boss lady..." All the customers recognized Faith's role. However, Faith's dream role was more a gun toting hood chick than a neck rolling diva. And who knew that more than me. That's why I realized it didn't make any sense in trying to talk to her. Blame it on our chemistry, the fact that we didn't get along. The truth to the matter is I was in this by myself. Which is why I decided to join the crew until I could figure out what route to take. I have to be honest with you when I say this is the most painful story I ever had to tell. I decided to rejoin the fellas and see and see if I could catch up on what was going on. I didn't care if they ignored me. I was going to voice my opinion.

      As Equal continued to implant the first seeds of his future in our heads he called hisself building a relationship with us. There was always a common goal on any mission and his and ours were to establish a sense of brotherly love amongst the group of thugs. Equal thought this was the only thing that would keep everybody on the straight and narrow. He was wrong though however because it was always a weak link. No matter how much money we got somebody was going to fall foul of the crew and fuck everything up and in this case that someone just turned out to me. Don't get me wrong I was down with getting money. I just didn't like the idea of selling drugs to my own people. I never did, even though I was knee deep in the game once upon a time. When I seen the devastation it done to my friends, family, community my conscious got the best of me, you know everybody have a conscious, rather they want to admit or not. Mines wouldn't let me rest. Every time I drove down the street I witnessed a product of my immaturity. Then one day I decided to get out and make a bold stance against drug dealers and even myself.

      As the laughter, the banter ensued amongst the boys my mind took a snap shot of the faces that surrounded me. The faces of Famous, Burden, Justice, Equal, Religion, and Glory, I knew them all because they had stigments of the black man's struggle from day one. And rightfully so they knew me, they knew my rep what I once was and what I had become, and yet they choose to ignore the changes I'd made to my life.

      Time had wedged between us. Equal was prudent to flaunt upon everybody's childhood days when we were all one body; how our street names came into play. Then he detailed some of the struggles I we endured over the years, the trials and tribulations we faced that ultimately grew us from boys II men.

      Once upon a time our friendship circle was larger but over the years dudes were either sent to prison for extraordinary lengths of time or killed. Simply put, though, however, it was just too grave of a matter what we were planning for us not to touch on everything. And that's not-withstanding the fact that every man had his or hers own agenda, all of us had one thing in common and that was to be rich and to live a rather generous opulent lifestyle - in the perimeters of the ghetto that the powers that be had sanctioned or sentenced us to.

      "But listen Brick y'all," Equal whispered like he was in a crowded room of strangers and didn't want any of them to hear what he was saying. He leaned towards the middle of the table, as everybody also leaned towards him, and dropped his voice a tad bit lower and said. "All of us from the hood and we got mad love for one another and if we put our minds togetta' we can take over this shit and do the damn thing. And what's good about it is it'll be enough money in it for all of us. Brick, you gone be the leader because everybody has to have a head attached to it, and we'll be the body, your arms, your legs, ya feel what I'm sayin'. Whateva you say goes. Plus you already got mad reputation out here in the streets.

      "Yo,I like it dawg. I'm in," Glory announced.

      "Same for me," Justice said. "I'm in."

      "I'm in." Burden spat.

      "I'm in" Religion chimed.

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