That big sonofabitch steps in front of me and I see the nigger be wearin these funny-ass pajamas with clowns on ‘em. I says, “Nigger, look at yoself.”
“What you talkin bout?” he ax.
“That shit you be wearin. You looks like some kinda circus fool.”
Then that bitch come standin in the doorway lookin all pitiftul and cryin and shit with a blanket pulled up over her.
“What goin on?” that big nigger say.
“He rape me,” she say.
“What the fuck?” Then he try to jump at me, saying he gone kill my ass, but I jump over the couch and get to the door. Old fat ass fall down and knock over his forty what been on the floor. “I’m gone get you,” he say.
“You ain’t gone get nothin,” I say. Then I looks over at the girl and I say, “But a nephew, cause I don’t miss.”
“I hate you,” she scream.
“And I hate you too,” I says. “What that got to do wif anythin?”
I run on out the house and into the street and I be laughin. I run through a coupla backyards in case the uncle got a gun or some shit and I come out on the next street.
I be on my way to the pool hall where I’m gone tell Tito and Yellow about the young pussy and that fat uncle muthafucka. They gone laugh, I just know it. I round the corner near the school when it just gettin to be dusk and I see a coupla headlights comin down the street real slow. I think, who the fuck is this? And then I see it’s a Jeep and a buncha niggers jump out and start runnin at me. I run, man. These is some fast niggers too. I try to climb the fence at the basketball courts. One of them catches my leg and I kick him off and then I get over. I run into the shadows and slip through a hole in the wall and down an alley. Then I kick into this abandon buildin and hide, be real quiet. I don’t hear ‘em. Then I realize somebody in there wif me.
“Who dat?” I say.
“Who dat?” he ax. Then he start laughin. He strike a match and light a candle. It’s that Willy wino muthafucka.
“Put that candle out, nigger,” I say.
“Shit, they gone, boy,” he say. “What they want you fo’?”
“Some rich boy. I kick his ass and now he comin back wif his posse. Muthafucka. I bet not catch his ass alone.”
“You bad, huh?”
I look at his red eyes behind that candle. “Yeah, I’m bad.”
“I used to be bad my ownself,” he say.
“You sho ain’t bad now,” I say. “No, man, you worst.” I laughs at my joke.
“You a funny nigger too, huh?” he say. “How yo mama?”
“Don’t be bringin up my mama,” I tell him.
“She still got that mole just under her tittie?” he say.
I get up and I’m bout to kick his ass.
“Sit down, boy,” he say with this hard voice that don’t sound like it could come out his head.
I sit back down.
“Listen, boy, I’m gone tell you somethin. I done fucked up my life.”
“No shit,” I says.
“Shut up and listen,” he say. “I don’t want you fuckin up the way I did.”
“Who the fuck you be to me,” I say. “I don’t know you from shit.”
“That don’t matter none,” he say. “I don’t want you messin up and hurtin your mama. She been through enuff.”
“What the fuck you talkin bout?” I ax. “I’m gettin the fuck outta here.” I move to the door.
“Yo mama is a good woman,” he say.
“Yeah and you a wino,” I say. “So, what your point?”
“Don’t fuck up,” he say.
“Yeah, well, you too,” I say. “And Merry Christmas and Happy Easter.”
At the pool hall Tito in the back gettin his dick suck by that fat ho who come around sometime. That what Yellow tells me. I halfway wants to go back there and watch, but I don’t. The ho might get after me and I don’t want none of that shit. Tito let anything suck his dick. Yellow be lookin at me.
“What you lookin at?” I say.
“Why you sweatin?” he ax.
I thinks about tellin him about that Jeep muthafucka, but I don’t like the way runnin sound in my head. “I took a coupla shots over at the hoops,” I say.
“You was shootin baskets,” he laugh.
“What so funny?” I ax.
“You out there shootin baskets,” he say. “What really happen?”
“That’s what happen,” I say. “Now, shut the fuck up.”
Tito in back and he hear us. “What’s goin on?” he say.
“Nothin,” I say. “Nigger just gettin on my nerves.”
“Yeah, well I ain’t the only one be gettin on nerves,” Yellow say.
“Watch where you steppin, funky ass muthafucka,” I say and I gives him a hard look.
“Fuck you,” he say.
“Fuck you,” I say.
“Fuck you,” he say.
“Fuck you,” I say.
“Fuck you,” he say.
“Fuck you,” I say.
“Fuck you,” he say.
“Why don’t you two niggers just go outside and fuck each other,” Tito say.
That fat ho come from out the back and walk past. She wave her fingers at Tito.
I shakes my head. “How can you let that ugly bitch put her mouth on yo thang?” I ax.
“She better lookin than yo babies’ mama,” he say. “At least she know what she doin.”
“Don’t be talkin bout my babies’ mamas,” I say.
“Like you give a shit, nigger,” he say. He pull out a cigarette and strike a match.
Fatman yell over to him. “No smokin!”
“It too cold to be outside, Fatman. Let a nigger have his fix.”
Fatman must be tired cause he don’t say nothing else.
Yellow chalk up a stick and smile at me. “So, what happen with that jailbait,” he ax.
“I knocked it out big time,” I say.
“What could that little girl do for a man?” Tito say.
I just look at him.
“Fuckin children and havin babies don’t make you no man,” he say.
“What yo’ problem,” I ax. “Why you comin down on me?”
“Let’s play pool,” he say.
Now, I’m really upset. We shoot a game without sayin nothin. Tito be smokin his fourth cigarette and be puttin ‘em out on the floor. Fatman come over and look at Tito.
“See, that another reason I don’t want you niggers smokin in here. Look at this shit.”
“Shut up, Fatman,” Tito say. “You gots to sweeps the fucka anyway.”
“Yeah,” Yellow says.
Fatman grumbles and walk on back to his stool behind the counter.
“You guys ever look at the Willy the Wonker muthafucka?” I ax.
Tito sink the five and look at me. “You mean the wino over near the courts?” he ax.
“Yeah,” I say.
“I seen him,” Tito say. “Why? What he to you?”
“He ain’t nuffin to me.”
“Why you be askin bout him then?” Yellow ax.
“You shut the fuck up,” I say.
“Suck my dick,” he say.
“Whip it out, muthafucka,” I say.
“I would but I don’t wanna make you cry,” he say.
“Listen to you two niggers,” Tito say. “Sound like you be twelf years old. Talkin shit like that.”
“Fuck both you,” I say and I walk out.
Sex
Next mornin I gets up and I wash my pits cause they real funky from workin and gettin on that gash. I puts on some clean drawers too, then I sit on the bed and look at the Mickey Mouse clock I got during the riots. Niggers was laughin at me left and right, pointin at the clock. They had TV’s and stereos, but, shit, I liked the fuckin clock. Made me think of Dissyland. I was there once and all I can remember is that Main Street and me thinkin “this is what it s’posed to be like.” Fuck ‘em for laughin at my clock. The shit work. Time just keep movin, them hands keep sweepin and that make me think about work. I work there two weeks and I’m gone have enough for my gun. And then, watch out. Van Go gone be gone and went.