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jack_babalonIt was Bud who warned me about the women here in Terminus City.
"The guys you don't have to worry about- they got piss for blood, and go down pretty quick even in numbers. But the bitches here..." he'd pause for a breath thinking "...pfffw. You gotta watch
them dog. They'll cut your balls off when you sleep, and go toe to toe with you while their man hides under the table. They drink like you Sailor types and fuck like they fight- like their lives depended on it."
We were sitting in his ride, waiting at the Toco bell on Ponce, watching the crackheads hustle the line of cars snaked around the drive-thru, we were both keeping a weary eye on them trying to score a little rock money or a bite to eat. They didn't fuck with us, or rather I should say with Bud, the first one that approached us with a squirt bottle and some rag and went to start on working on the car window, wassuprised to see a 6 foot tall mohican punk rocker in his Oxbloods hop out of the car- screaming threats that must've echoed all the way down to City Hall East, brandishing a tire iron in one hand and reaching for the 9 tucked between his boxers and jeans. Well the crackheads picked up on the "Don't-fuck-with-us" vibe but the line still didn't move any faster. We were hungry though and neither one of us was fit company for the Majestic- two amped up maniacs talking insane shit at the top of our lungs, crashing hard from a place most people only have nightmares about. Shit place was probably crawling with cops. Thing about Atlanta, same as any city really, if you wanna avoid the law-go to where all the real crime is. So we sat and waited, chain smoking and watching the human aquarium around us. I've been living here less than a year at this time.
Long enough to get arrested, long enough to fall in love, long enough to get hired and fired in a string of jobs that I didn't want in the first place, long enough to lose my habits and no where near enough time to not to pick them back up.
I was thinking about the insane chick I had just met over an hour ago. She was giving me some kind of look while Bud and her man talked business. As usual I was in it "for the ride" and asked no questions about what happened behind locked doors. I was perusing her mans wax, rows of old Buzzcocks, Wire, Material and Television flipped through my fingers. She didn't say anything- just sniffled a bunch from a couch behind me. I tried to ignore her. Then I heard a soft moan, I turned around and she had slid a hand down the front of her jeans and was rubbing herself off while still giving me that same said look. I could hear Bud and her man getting into it now only a locked door away from the two of us.
"You trying to play me nigga?" Mr.Man barks
"Fuck you Bitch- no way this is a fucking QP" Bud roared back. I remained crouched over the rows of LP's, watching her move her hand faster now under her beltline, her groaning growing into growling and meshing up with arguement in the other room. I wanted to move but I couldn't take my eyes off her-I wanted to say something cool, but I was scared any moment her man was gonna burst through that door super pissed as is and see my dumb ass eyeballing his woman while she works off some steam.
"You think you can walk up in here, in my crib and talk smack to me like somebodys bitch?"
"What if I DO!!!"
"Unhhhh-hhhh-Unnhh"
A poet once wrote that "It all happens at once/ the water boils over/ and puts out the fire". I was boiling.
The blood pounded hard in my ears, the skin of my arms erupted in goosebumps, and an erection woke with the panic as I realized I could smell her pussy from here.
"You wanna test me? HUH? HuH?"
" Do whatcha gotta do dog, 'cause I don't play."
"Hnnhh-hnhh-hnhh- Say something" she whispers
"Me?" I answer as if someone else could've been in the room.
"Yeahhhh-hnhh-hnhh"
"Like what?" some writer huh?
"Jesus-hnnhh-hnnhh-anything"
"I think you have beautiful eyes." Oh-my-fuckin'- god- I'm about to get killed here any second and all I can come up with is 'beautiful eyes'. Jesus all I could see are two black pools making her look like a comic book character.
"Hnnh-hnnh-Yesssss" she throws her face into one the coushins and muffles a growl.
Everything is quiet now.
No one arguing in the next room.
The girl with the 'beautiful eyes' says nothing. Her face still buried in the couch like an ostrich.
Nothing but stray traffic sounds coming through a screenless window.
I do the only thing I can do. I open a fresh pack and light up a smoke.
"You got one of those for me?" she asks, her voice back to normal, a high pitch cutie pie kewpie doll voice.
"Um yeah, yeah, sure." I walk over and hand her one, she takes it without looking at me, like a movie star getting her latte from the best boy.
"Light" she orders and as I comply the door from the other room slams open with her man storming out and coming straight for me.
"What're you two doing in here!!!" he yells at me.
I stand up and get ready to take the worst of it.
He laughs and so does Bud who comes walking out behind him.
"Your boys wound up"
"Yeah I know, but he's a funny guy"
"Yeah?" her man asks him
"Yeah" I answer trying to sound cool."We ready man? My girls waiting on me back..."
" No problem, we just gotta stop over at the Toco Hell real quick."
I nod. Waiting for my heart to slow down and hoping I don't look too nervous. "Beautiful eyes" sits on the couch smoking her cigarette as if none of us were really there, like we were a tv show she was too lazy to
change. As Bud and I head out, she shoots me a bored look
"Thanks for the smoke."
I shrug passively and head out the door, ready to run if her man catches the same whiff I picked up on.
"What was that about?" Bud asks when we get into the car.
"Nothing."
Snap back and we reach the pick up window. Finally. On the way up 85 as we cram cold soft shell tocos into our mouths I think of her and I think of my girlfriend and I think of "Women who fuck like they fight" and I look up to the moon, the only thing left of the night sky that was there before the cities. I look up at the quarter crescent silver looking for a clue to a question I can barely ask.
"The guys you don't have to worry about- they got piss for blood, and go down pretty quick even in numbers. But the bitches here..." he'd pause for a breath thinking "...pfffw. You gotta watch
them dog. They'll cut your balls off when you sleep, and go toe to toe with you while their man hides under the table. They drink like you Sailor types and fuck like they fight- like their lives depended on it."
We were sitting in his ride, waiting at the Toco bell on Ponce, watching the crackheads hustle the line of cars snaked around the drive-thru, we were both keeping a weary eye on them trying to score a little rock money or a bite to eat. They didn't fuck with us, or rather I should say with Bud, the first one that approached us with a squirt bottle and some rag and went to start on working on the car window, wassuprised to see a 6 foot tall mohican punk rocker in his Oxbloods hop out of the car- screaming threats that must've echoed all the way down to City Hall East, brandishing a tire iron in one hand and reaching for the 9 tucked between his boxers and jeans. Well the crackheads picked up on the "Don't-fuck-with-us" vibe but the line still didn't move any faster. We were hungry though and neither one of us was fit company for the Majestic- two amped up maniacs talking insane shit at the top of our lungs, crashing hard from a place most people only have nightmares about. Shit place was probably crawling with cops. Thing about Atlanta, same as any city really, if you wanna avoid the law-go to where all the real crime is. So we sat and waited, chain smoking and watching the human aquarium around us. I've been living here less than a year at this time.
Long enough to get arrested, long enough to fall in love, long enough to get hired and fired in a string of jobs that I didn't want in the first place, long enough to lose my habits and no where near enough time to not to pick them back up.
I was thinking about the insane chick I had just met over an hour ago. She was giving me some kind of look while Bud and her man talked business. As usual I was in it "for the ride" and asked no questions about what happened behind locked doors. I was perusing her mans wax, rows of old Buzzcocks, Wire, Material and Television flipped through my fingers. She didn't say anything- just sniffled a bunch from a couch behind me. I tried to ignore her. Then I heard a soft moan, I turned around and she had slid a hand down the front of her jeans and was rubbing herself off while still giving me that same said look. I could hear Bud and her man getting into it now only a locked door away from the two of us.
"You trying to play me nigga?" Mr.Man barks
"Fuck you Bitch- no way this is a fucking QP" Bud roared back. I remained crouched over the rows of LP's, watching her move her hand faster now under her beltline, her groaning growing into growling and meshing up with arguement in the other room. I wanted to move but I couldn't take my eyes off her-I wanted to say something cool, but I was scared any moment her man was gonna burst through that door super pissed as is and see my dumb ass eyeballing his woman while she works off some steam.
"You think you can walk up in here, in my crib and talk smack to me like somebodys bitch?"
"What if I DO!!!"
"Unhhhh-hhhh-Unnhh"
A poet once wrote that "It all happens at once/ the water boils over/ and puts out the fire". I was boiling.
The blood pounded hard in my ears, the skin of my arms erupted in goosebumps, and an erection woke with the panic as I realized I could smell her pussy from here.
"You wanna test me? HUH? HuH?"
" Do whatcha gotta do dog, 'cause I don't play."
"Hnnhh-hnhh-hnhh- Say something" she whispers
"Me?" I answer as if someone else could've been in the room.
"Yeahhhh-hnhh-hnhh"
"Like what?" some writer huh?
"Jesus-hnnhh-hnnhh-anything"
"I think you have beautiful eyes." Oh-my-fuckin'- god- I'm about to get killed here any second and all I can come up with is 'beautiful eyes'. Jesus all I could see are two black pools making her look like a comic book character.
"Hnnh-hnnh-Yesssss" she throws her face into one the coushins and muffles a growl.
Everything is quiet now.
No one arguing in the next room.
The girl with the 'beautiful eyes' says nothing. Her face still buried in the couch like an ostrich.
Nothing but stray traffic sounds coming through a screenless window.
I do the only thing I can do. I open a fresh pack and light up a smoke.
"You got one of those for me?" she asks, her voice back to normal, a high pitch cutie pie kewpie doll voice.
"Um yeah, yeah, sure." I walk over and hand her one, she takes it without looking at me, like a movie star getting her latte from the best boy.
"Light" she orders and as I comply the door from the other room slams open with her man storming out and coming straight for me.
"What're you two doing in here!!!" he yells at me.
I stand up and get ready to take the worst of it.
He laughs and so does Bud who comes walking out behind him.
"Your boys wound up"
"Yeah I know, but he's a funny guy"
"Yeah?" her man asks him
"Yeah" I answer trying to sound cool."We ready man? My girls waiting on me back..."
" No problem, we just gotta stop over at the Toco Hell real quick."
I nod. Waiting for my heart to slow down and hoping I don't look too nervous. "Beautiful eyes" sits on the couch smoking her cigarette as if none of us were really there, like we were a tv show she was too lazy to
change. As Bud and I head out, she shoots me a bored look
"Thanks for the smoke."
I shrug passively and head out the door, ready to run if her man catches the same whiff I picked up on.
"What was that about?" Bud asks when we get into the car.
"Nothing."
Snap back and we reach the pick up window. Finally. On the way up 85 as we cram cold soft shell tocos into our mouths I think of her and I think of my girlfriend and I think of "Women who fuck like they fight" and I look up to the moon, the only thing left of the night sky that was there before the cities. I look up at the quarter crescent silver looking for a clue to a question I can barely ask.
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