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be coordinated and timed for maximum effect. Shit like that. We’re getting our asses starved, an he’s fuckin’ coordinatin’ an shit. Muthafucka. If I didn’t have issues with the man before this shit, I got them now.
I flex the knee and it feels like gravel.
--Lydia has a tendency to rile shit up more than Bird wants.
He bats the air with the back of his hand.
--Lydia muthafucka and her systemic misogynism of the African American male bullshit. Give me that, no judgments, but the fact of alternative lifestyle intolerance in your community is indisputable. Make a man want to shoot. An bullshit anyway. We got the gay up here, no doubt.
The knee doesn’t feel any better. I need to walk it around.
I put my hand on the door.
--Not that I don’t enjoy catching up and all, but I was asking about the pregnant girl.
He’s looking out at his people.
--Yeah, yeah. Got your own griefs, huh? Pregnant girl. Pregnant with what is the issue. Shit we don’t know an don’t understand about ourselves, any wonder we’re still fightin’ each other? Vampyre on Vampyre violence, whatever the color, it just makes shit sense.
He tugs at his lower lip.
--Somethin’ like this comes out of the woodwork, bound to stir up feeling. Uninfected girl with an infected baby daddy. I’d already heard the nonsense being talked downtown about them. Nothing like a baby to make people see visions of the future. See salvation or new Armageddon. Me, I don’t read it that way. See just plain trouble. Horny kids got themselves a baby they didn’t plan on. Everyday trouble up here. Least the boy seem like he wants to stick it out. They always do till the first diaper. But those two, living in a fantasy land. Feedin’ the noise. Bird may think he can use ‘em as a symbol, but they got their own damn ideas. Come up here talkin ‘bout how that baby is a bridge to the future. Saw them, the look in their eyes, like they just got out of church, full of the Lord, said, Aw no, fuck this shit.
He lifts his hand, drops it.
--I told Percy to keep ‘em wrapped. Too hot to have that shit at my elbow. People all worked up about that shit. People lookin’ for signs and portents, all they need is to hear that girl talk about her baby being The Uniter. No chance. Told Percy they could stay, but keep ‘em down low.
--Percy was with them?
--That’s where they started. Found Percy, he brought them to me, I told him to keep ‘em quiet while more pressing issues get resolved. Percy the man to keep a lid on shit. Meditate on it and drop wisdom regarding the affair. Counselor to the king, that’s his deal.
I open the door and step out.
--Thanks.
He’s still looking out the other side of the Caddy, studying his people.
--Not sure where your ass thinks it’s going.
He never shook me down. Didn’t bother looking for my weapons. Didn’t care what I was holding. He doesn’t have to. He’s a badass. But I’m out of the car now, space to work with. Never got that pistol where I wanted it, but I think I can whip it out before he digs his from the floor where he set it.
I don’t touch the gun, not yet.
--My ass is going to see Percy.
He’s still looking out that other window.
--Uh-huh. You know the way?
--Been there before.
--Mhmm. Assuming he ain’t moved.
A fish, when the hook is set, does he feel it?
I sure as hell do.
I felt it when Chubby told me Evie wanted me to find his daughter. And I’m feeling it again right now. And I’m wondering how many more barbs are gonna fill my mouth and snag my gills before this deal is done.
--If he’s moved, I guess I’ll have to depend on the kindness of strangers to point the way.
I watch the back of his head nod, see a flash of white teeth in the glass where his face is reflected, as he presses the tip of a finger to that glass, pointing up at the top of the park.
--I ain’t no stranger to you, Joe, an it sure as shit ain’t no kindness, but his ass is right up there.
The rhinos ride
I flex the knee and it feels like gravel.
--Lydia has a tendency to rile shit up more than Bird wants.
He bats the air with the back of his hand.
--Lydia muthafucka and her systemic misogynism of the African American male bullshit. Give me that, no judgments, but the fact of alternative lifestyle intolerance in your community is indisputable. Make a man want to shoot. An bullshit anyway. We got the gay up here, no doubt.
The knee doesn’t feel any better. I need to walk it around.
I put my hand on the door.
--Not that I don’t enjoy catching up and all, but I was asking about the pregnant girl.
He’s looking out at his people.
--Yeah, yeah. Got your own griefs, huh? Pregnant girl. Pregnant with what is the issue. Shit we don’t know an don’t understand about ourselves, any wonder we’re still fightin’ each other? Vampyre on Vampyre violence, whatever the color, it just makes shit sense.
He tugs at his lower lip.
--Somethin’ like this comes out of the woodwork, bound to stir up feeling. Uninfected girl with an infected baby daddy. I’d already heard the nonsense being talked downtown about them. Nothing like a baby to make people see visions of the future. See salvation or new Armageddon. Me, I don’t read it that way. See just plain trouble. Horny kids got themselves a baby they didn’t plan on. Everyday trouble up here. Least the boy seem like he wants to stick it out. They always do till the first diaper. But those two, living in a fantasy land. Feedin’ the noise. Bird may think he can use ‘em as a symbol, but they got their own damn ideas. Come up here talkin ‘bout how that baby is a bridge to the future. Saw them, the look in their eyes, like they just got out of church, full of the Lord, said, Aw no, fuck this shit.
He lifts his hand, drops it.
--I told Percy to keep ‘em wrapped. Too hot to have that shit at my elbow. People all worked up about that shit. People lookin’ for signs and portents, all they need is to hear that girl talk about her baby being The Uniter. No chance. Told Percy they could stay, but keep ‘em down low.
--Percy was with them?
--That’s where they started. Found Percy, he brought them to me, I told him to keep ‘em quiet while more pressing issues get resolved. Percy the man to keep a lid on shit. Meditate on it and drop wisdom regarding the affair. Counselor to the king, that’s his deal.
I open the door and step out.
--Thanks.
He’s still looking out the other side of the Caddy, studying his people.
--Not sure where your ass thinks it’s going.
He never shook me down. Didn’t bother looking for my weapons. Didn’t care what I was holding. He doesn’t have to. He’s a badass. But I’m out of the car now, space to work with. Never got that pistol where I wanted it, but I think I can whip it out before he digs his from the floor where he set it.
I don’t touch the gun, not yet.
--My ass is going to see Percy.
He’s still looking out that other window.
--Uh-huh. You know the way?
--Been there before.
--Mhmm. Assuming he ain’t moved.
A fish, when the hook is set, does he feel it?
I sure as hell do.
I felt it when Chubby told me Evie wanted me to find his daughter. And I’m feeling it again right now. And I’m wondering how many more barbs are gonna fill my mouth and snag my gills before this deal is done.
--If he’s moved, I guess I’ll have to depend on the kindness of strangers to point the way.
I watch the back of his head nod, see a flash of white teeth in the glass where his face is reflected, as he presses the tip of a finger to that glass, pointing up at the top of the park.
--I ain’t no stranger to you, Joe, an it sure as shit ain’t no kindness, but his ass is right up there.
The rhinos ride
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