Meshy Shakes his bigger than life dread locks.
Jaki: You want some man?
Meshy: what? You paranoid? What happening there?
Jaki laughs out. Rotted crooked teeth flashing.
Jaki: let’s make a big food rasta.
Meshy: hell wit you. Don’t come around.
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jaki weeding for the proverbial fix
jaki: rasta what u have?
meshy: cripple creep! girl i tired warn u stay away from me
jaki throws her sac to the ground spilling bush meat
6 months ago • 0 notesCrack fiend battles crack fiend for the right and privilege to cut the grass in the drug dealer’s yard.
Dealer: I don’t want no trouble in my place.
Fiend1: but I was there first.
Fiend2: no way! I see when you come up the hill.
Fiend1: Where you was? Where you was?
Fiend2:
Laughing
Fiend2: Daddy just give me the job man. Mister not ready yet.
Fiend1: Hell wit you.
Dealer: when you all ready call me. I’m going inside. I don’t have time for shit.
He goes inside leaving them outside the fence.
They start fighting almost immediately. Eventually Fiend1 runs away vowing to come back with his cutlass.
Later the Dealer and his lover comes back out drinking beer and smoking spliffs. They watch Fiend2 with amused looks.
Dealer: man you ready?
Fiend2: lemme smoke a ting first.
6 months ago • 0 notesRum shop bursting with liquor fiends.
ShopKeeper: make up your mind pure. Beer or harders?
Pure: lemme open my eyes with a harders.
Fiends erupt in raucous laughter.
Fiend1: Pure you was taking a rest man?
Shopkeeper: ya pure was hiding in a computer
Pure: ya on the net man.
He drinks it down in one gulp and takes another.
Pure: man cannot walk on one foot.
Fiend2: better believe that soldier.
Fiend3: where you going Meshy? De man checking his vibes.
Meshy enters flashing his dread locks and a fifty dollar bill.
Meshy: shut up your mouth. I paying for all Pure rum! Shopkeeper laughs.
Shopkeeper: better believe it is pure rum.
Rum shop breaks out in mad laughter. Meshy drinks three in a row. Pure drinks another. He leaves with Meshy and a bottle. Fiends forget them and salivate on the spanish girls who have entered the shop.
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Pure surveys the ghetto kingdom from the back porch. Sees tall lanky youth squatting by the old chicken cage taking a shit.
Pure: Hey what you doing man?
Youth startled looks up.
Pure: You crazy man?
Youth: Sorry man I will pick it up when I done.
Pure shakes his head in disbelief and goes back inside the house.
When he comes back out the guy is gone.
Pure: Damn you can believe this?
As he is about to enter the house again another fiend calls to him.
Fiend: Pure you see a pardner in your yard just now?
Pure laughs out loud
Pure: Yea mister was shitting in my yard man.
Fiend: Boy them man not easy. He just throw it in Tiger yard. Tiger looking for him.
Pure: I know Tiger will mess him up.
Fiend: I better catch him first.
Pure: Why? He shit in your yard too?
Fiend: No mister take my piece
Pure: Your gun?
Fiend: No man my piece of crack.
Pure: Well I bet he done smoke it
Fiend: I going to shit mister up.
The fiends runs away cursing.
Pure goes back inside shaking his head and laughing.
Stale calypso from way back when. He knows all the names of the old timers. The radio DJ shouts and screams. A clue for Meshy to swig his liquid. The moonshine goes down hard and primitive meant to make mad mortals of us all.
Meshy: Fond Cole! What happening? What you have? Yes man DJ you done know. You done know! You done know!
A crack fiend passing by.
Crack fiend: Meshy! Mesh! you going mad man?
Meshy rushes to the door. Flings it open with locks flying.
Meshy: what the hell you say? I warn all of all you already you hear me?
He stands out there like a ghetto gladiator laughing out loud in the early evening. The DJ spins another record about the girl Charlie married from the valley.
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