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himself than to be able to do in someone who had done him harm?
Demetrius Mixon and Tyrone Jackson didn’t notice the approaching Mexicans. High on grass and cheap wine, they were too busy enjoying the company of the two mulatto chicks they’d picked up on Mission Street to notice that their space was about to be invaded.
“Hey,
maricones, como estan
? Where’d you find the hoes?”
Tyrone looked up from the bench. “What’d you say, muthafucka? You talkin’ to me?”
Pablo smiled. He tried to look calm but could feel his lips twitching. “No, I’m talkin’ to yo mama, you ugly black cocksucka.”
Demetrius chimed in as he and Tyrone got up from the bench. “Hey, this be the little greasa we put down a few months back. I guess he wants another ass-whoopin’.”
“Yeah, that him,” Tyrone agreed. “You a little bit outta yo territory, ain’t ya, fool? You must be brain-dead, comin’ here alone, you sawed-off little muthafucka.”
“He’s not alone, spook. He’s with us.” Rigoberto emerged from the shadows behind the bench, followed by Estefan and Ramon.
Demetrius turned around but was struck across the face with a baseball bat before he could react. He fell back and staggered a few feet before falling unconscious to the ground as Estefan and Ramon grabbed Tyrone. The girls began to scream but stopped as soon as Rigoberto put his finger to his lips and shook his head. They were streetwise enough to know that silence would be their salvation.
Rigoberto rolled Demetrius over onto his back and checked his work. “Nose gone, teeth missing, cheeks crushed. Da man has no face.” He laughed as he turned to Tyrone and then glanced over at the girls. “I want you two lovely ladies to be a witness to the first ever sex-change operation to take place in Garfield Square Park. Doctor P here will be the attending physician. It’s his first operation so it might be a little messy. But if you’ll just bear with us, it will all be over with very shortly.”
A crowd began to form and move toward the bench. Ten, maybe fifteen, blacks were edging their way over to see what Tyrone was screaming about. With their focus on him, they failed to notice the twenty-five members of Los Hermanos Bandidos who were enveloping the parkfrom Twenty-Fifth, Twenty-Sixth, Treat, and Harrison Streets.
Tyrone screeched in pain as Pablo thrust the knife upward into his groin. “You like it, macho Negro? You like being a woman, big man?” He pushed and twisted the knife before pulling it out of what was left of Tyrone’s scrotum.
Estefan and Ramon released their grip and let their victim fall to the ground. His hands turned red with blood as he rolled around on the grass holding his crotch, screaming in pain, and begging to be killed.
Pablo stomped on his head and laughed as he mockingly yelled, “Kill the little wetback muthafucka, huh? Yeah, nigga, you should have!”
“Kill me,” Tyrone pleaded. “Just finish me.”
Pablo laughed. “No way, bitch. You a woman now. Bye-bye,
puta
!”
The crowd of blacks was now running full-out toward the bench, followed by the Mexicans who had closed in on them from the street. Before they could reach Pablo and the others, they were set upon from behind and, in a matter of minutes, those who weren’t lying unconscious on the ground were fleeing in panic toward the projects. From that night on, it would be where they would stay, unless they wanted to wind up in the morgue.
Pablo regretted that he wasn’t able to get the other four who had jumped him. It was rumored that they were hiding out on the hill over in Hunters Point, in the vicinity of West Point and Middle Point. There was no way anyone was going to get to them over there. It was a black stronghold and any attempt to penetrate that area would be like trying to commit suicide. Pablo would justhave to be satisfied that he’d gotten a couple of them. Making Tyrone a eunuch and turning the already brainless idiot Demetrius
Demetrius Mixon and Tyrone Jackson didn’t notice the approaching Mexicans. High on grass and cheap wine, they were too busy enjoying the company of the two mulatto chicks they’d picked up on Mission Street to notice that their space was about to be invaded.
“Hey,
maricones, como estan
? Where’d you find the hoes?”
Tyrone looked up from the bench. “What’d you say, muthafucka? You talkin’ to me?”
Pablo smiled. He tried to look calm but could feel his lips twitching. “No, I’m talkin’ to yo mama, you ugly black cocksucka.”
Demetrius chimed in as he and Tyrone got up from the bench. “Hey, this be the little greasa we put down a few months back. I guess he wants another ass-whoopin’.”
“Yeah, that him,” Tyrone agreed. “You a little bit outta yo territory, ain’t ya, fool? You must be brain-dead, comin’ here alone, you sawed-off little muthafucka.”
“He’s not alone, spook. He’s with us.” Rigoberto emerged from the shadows behind the bench, followed by Estefan and Ramon.
Demetrius turned around but was struck across the face with a baseball bat before he could react. He fell back and staggered a few feet before falling unconscious to the ground as Estefan and Ramon grabbed Tyrone. The girls began to scream but stopped as soon as Rigoberto put his finger to his lips and shook his head. They were streetwise enough to know that silence would be their salvation.
Rigoberto rolled Demetrius over onto his back and checked his work. “Nose gone, teeth missing, cheeks crushed. Da man has no face.” He laughed as he turned to Tyrone and then glanced over at the girls. “I want you two lovely ladies to be a witness to the first ever sex-change operation to take place in Garfield Square Park. Doctor P here will be the attending physician. It’s his first operation so it might be a little messy. But if you’ll just bear with us, it will all be over with very shortly.”
A crowd began to form and move toward the bench. Ten, maybe fifteen, blacks were edging their way over to see what Tyrone was screaming about. With their focus on him, they failed to notice the twenty-five members of Los Hermanos Bandidos who were enveloping the parkfrom Twenty-Fifth, Twenty-Sixth, Treat, and Harrison Streets.
Tyrone screeched in pain as Pablo thrust the knife upward into his groin. “You like it, macho Negro? You like being a woman, big man?” He pushed and twisted the knife before pulling it out of what was left of Tyrone’s scrotum.
Estefan and Ramon released their grip and let their victim fall to the ground. His hands turned red with blood as he rolled around on the grass holding his crotch, screaming in pain, and begging to be killed.
Pablo stomped on his head and laughed as he mockingly yelled, “Kill the little wetback muthafucka, huh? Yeah, nigga, you should have!”
“Kill me,” Tyrone pleaded. “Just finish me.”
Pablo laughed. “No way, bitch. You a woman now. Bye-bye,
puta
!”
The crowd of blacks was now running full-out toward the bench, followed by the Mexicans who had closed in on them from the street. Before they could reach Pablo and the others, they were set upon from behind and, in a matter of minutes, those who weren’t lying unconscious on the ground were fleeing in panic toward the projects. From that night on, it would be where they would stay, unless they wanted to wind up in the morgue.
Pablo regretted that he wasn’t able to get the other four who had jumped him. It was rumored that they were hiding out on the hill over in Hunters Point, in the vicinity of West Point and Middle Point. There was no way anyone was going to get to them over there. It was a black stronghold and any attempt to penetrate that area would be like trying to commit suicide. Pablo would justhave to be satisfied that he’d gotten a couple of them. Making Tyrone a eunuch and turning the already brainless idiot Demetrius
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