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Remy walked out into the sunny morning.
“Man where you been hiding?” Bertrand looked earnestly at his friend.
“I been busy man. I was up in Baton Rouge for awhile and I ran into a little trouble. I got out of it though.” Kevin smiled.
“Ole weasel man, tell me what happened and I’ll get us a beer, it’s time to celebrate.” Bertrand went behind the bar, a new spring in his step. He opened the beers quickly ready to hear one of Kevin’s adventures. “You never let a niggah down man, anything I do you can top it.”
“Bertrand man I had a sweet idea about that ole rascal Mayor Thompson. You know he loves mixing the honies but no one has ever caught his ass in the act. I staked him out for awhile and I discovered he had the gal in Zachary.” Kevin grinned thinking about it.
“Kev man, weren’t you afraid of the Secret Service?” Bertrand asked.
“Man, they only work for the president and trust me this man didn’t want nobody to know where he was going. He was as they say, ‘Out of Order!” Kevin giggled.
“So you followed him and then what?” Bertrand asked.
“Well then my friend I met his lady love Sha Keisha. A young girl about 16 or 17. She’s wise though, let me tell you. It was easy. I approached her and came up with an idea of blackmailing him. Hell hath no fury. He was still dipping in the wrong pool and she’d heard that he was about to go to different pastures. So she told me when he was coming to see her again. I showed up camera in hand and got some sweet pics. Trouble began when he saw me!” Kevin laughed.
“He saw you man, was he naked?” Bertrand laughed incredulously the alcohol catching up with him.
“Buck naked and let me tell you that is one yellow niggah! His ass is as wide as some of our home girls!” Both men burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Wait it gets better, the niggah came after me man!”
“Naked?” Bertrand asked in glee.
“Naked and trying to pull his pants on. He ran right up the street.” Kevin said chuckling remembering it.
“What did you do?” Bertrand’s eyes were wide as saucers.
“Niggah what do you think I did, I ran, laughing my ass off. He almost caught me.” The two men stared at each other for a minute and then burst into another fit of uncontrollable laughter. Kevin had tears rolling down his cheeks as he continued the story.
“Man, I got to the car and looked back and there was the mayor of Baton Rouge struggling with his pants and runningback to the house. That was the most fun I’ve had since we were kids man.”
“So you have the photos man? What you gonna do, blackmail his ass?” Bertrand asked seriously.
“Naw man, I’m not finished with the story.” Kevin thought back to the previous week with delight.
“What else could happen?” Bertrand asked confused.
“So there I was driving down Florida Boulevard about to get on the I-10 when this cop comes up behind me with lights flashing.”
“Man you ain’t never had no luck, you always get caught.” Bertrand looked resigned, the humor draining out of him.
“Will you let me finish the story?” Kevin threw his arms up in the air.
“Go ahead, I already know the ending.” Bertrand sighed.
“No you don’t niggah. So anyway, the police officer comes up to the window and asked me where I was going. I told him New Orleans. He asked for my license and registration, the usual. Then he tells me that they don’t like no blackmailing niggahs up there.”
Bertrand looked stunned, “He knew?”
“And then some, he took the photos and put me in the backseat of the cop car. So I’m thinking, ‘Damn back to jail I go’. Then he got on the radio to say that the wrong man had been caught. He sat in the front seat of that cop car and looked at the photos and then he handed that shit back to me.” Kevin said.
“Now I know you lying. Why did he do that?” Bertrand looked interested.
“He said, ‘That son of a bitch is married to my sister. She doesn’t
“Man where you been hiding?” Bertrand looked earnestly at his friend.
“I been busy man. I was up in Baton Rouge for awhile and I ran into a little trouble. I got out of it though.” Kevin smiled.
“Ole weasel man, tell me what happened and I’ll get us a beer, it’s time to celebrate.” Bertrand went behind the bar, a new spring in his step. He opened the beers quickly ready to hear one of Kevin’s adventures. “You never let a niggah down man, anything I do you can top it.”
“Bertrand man I had a sweet idea about that ole rascal Mayor Thompson. You know he loves mixing the honies but no one has ever caught his ass in the act. I staked him out for awhile and I discovered he had the gal in Zachary.” Kevin grinned thinking about it.
“Kev man, weren’t you afraid of the Secret Service?” Bertrand asked.
“Man, they only work for the president and trust me this man didn’t want nobody to know where he was going. He was as they say, ‘Out of Order!” Kevin giggled.
“So you followed him and then what?” Bertrand asked.
“Well then my friend I met his lady love Sha Keisha. A young girl about 16 or 17. She’s wise though, let me tell you. It was easy. I approached her and came up with an idea of blackmailing him. Hell hath no fury. He was still dipping in the wrong pool and she’d heard that he was about to go to different pastures. So she told me when he was coming to see her again. I showed up camera in hand and got some sweet pics. Trouble began when he saw me!” Kevin laughed.
“He saw you man, was he naked?” Bertrand laughed incredulously the alcohol catching up with him.
“Buck naked and let me tell you that is one yellow niggah! His ass is as wide as some of our home girls!” Both men burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Wait it gets better, the niggah came after me man!”
“Naked?” Bertrand asked in glee.
“Naked and trying to pull his pants on. He ran right up the street.” Kevin said chuckling remembering it.
“What did you do?” Bertrand’s eyes were wide as saucers.
“Niggah what do you think I did, I ran, laughing my ass off. He almost caught me.” The two men stared at each other for a minute and then burst into another fit of uncontrollable laughter. Kevin had tears rolling down his cheeks as he continued the story.
“Man, I got to the car and looked back and there was the mayor of Baton Rouge struggling with his pants and runningback to the house. That was the most fun I’ve had since we were kids man.”
“So you have the photos man? What you gonna do, blackmail his ass?” Bertrand asked seriously.
“Naw man, I’m not finished with the story.” Kevin thought back to the previous week with delight.
“What else could happen?” Bertrand asked confused.
“So there I was driving down Florida Boulevard about to get on the I-10 when this cop comes up behind me with lights flashing.”
“Man you ain’t never had no luck, you always get caught.” Bertrand looked resigned, the humor draining out of him.
“Will you let me finish the story?” Kevin threw his arms up in the air.
“Go ahead, I already know the ending.” Bertrand sighed.
“No you don’t niggah. So anyway, the police officer comes up to the window and asked me where I was going. I told him New Orleans. He asked for my license and registration, the usual. Then he tells me that they don’t like no blackmailing niggahs up there.”
Bertrand looked stunned, “He knew?”
“And then some, he took the photos and put me in the backseat of the cop car. So I’m thinking, ‘Damn back to jail I go’. Then he got on the radio to say that the wrong man had been caught. He sat in the front seat of that cop car and looked at the photos and then he handed that shit back to me.” Kevin said.
“Now I know you lying. Why did he do that?” Bertrand looked interested.
“He said, ‘That son of a bitch is married to my sister. She doesn’t
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