Living With Madness(part 3 ) cont'd
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so bobby was playing juggling the girls with boyfriends thing and i foolishly had allowed some people i didn't really know, friends of friends, to start coming over to buy weed. we weren't big time or anything, not a shit ton of movement. i was going down to texas and bringing about twenty pounds of pot, once a month. the money was good as i had bought my kids' mom an suv and helped pay for college at syracuse university. she was going to school to be a mortician/ funeral director. i had finally found a drummer and we formed a band called gutterfly. bobby airbrushed this drunken fly with torn up wings, sitting in a gutter drinking a beer , it was the coolest! things were going well , so , naturally, something bad was bound to happen. actually a series of somethings.
one night i was up a little late doing some crap online , i can't remember what right now , but it really doesn't matter. anyway there came a knock at my door at around one in the morning. it was this chick from syracuse that a customer of mine had introduced me to. i had told her that she had to stop bringing different people with her, every time she came, she had someone different with her. this i didn't like. everyone in the game knows that this is not cool. i told her so on several occasions. when she came in , she had yet again, a new face with her, " this is my cousin, shaniqua," she said. i told her that i had asked her to stop doing this and that if she felt nervous to come in by herself, to pick one person that made her feel more comfortable and to stick with that one person. she said the one girl was her sister in law, the other was her moms and the man she brought with her was her fiance. i told her that i really didn't want to meet her entire family and that this wasn't a family business and that i wanted her to choose one, just one, that's it, standing firm with what i had been telling her. reminding her that some people would freak the fuck out if you brought ANYBODY with you. she apologized and then told me what she wanted to buy. i had run out about thirty minutes before she had gotten there, and i told her so. "sorry," i said and shrugged, " i'll have more in the morning, but tonight it's all gone" she clearly didn't believe me and left angrily calling me a "white, mother fucker. a liar and a mother fuckin' asshole." so i told her that maybe it was time we went our separate ways because i really didn't need her business or the hassles that came with it. she warned me that i would regret this and left. i remember thinking good riddance as she walked down the driveway. she made me nervous , as if her and her friends were casing my house to rob it.
about an hour or so later, just enough time for someone to drive down from syracuse, another knock came on my door. i went to the screen door, which was locked, and this nervous looking white girl stood there. she kept looking over to the side of the house. as if someone was standing there coaching her. "can i help you?", i sort of gruffed. she couldn't keep eye contact with me as she asked if there was a chad here. i informed her that she had the wrong house, maybe he was out back at michelle's place. michelle had a sixteen year-old daughter who had a bunch of friends and one of them definitely looked like his name could be chad. you know how some people fit there names real well. she asked if she could use my phone, she thought maybe she was lost. i told her to wait there, that i had to get off the computer for her to use the phone. as i was logging off the computer, the screen door opened, " ummm," she stuttered, " uuhhh i think you have some.... uhhh somebody's here."
i looked over and these two guys stood there in the doorway, the girl behind them. one was about as tall as me, maybe a little taller or shorter but only by an inch or two, and real skinny. he was missing the front tooth that most crackheads end up losing for some reason or another. the other was shorter, but he was real fat, he probably weighed close to three hundred pounds. the girl had long, black hair, and she looked at the two of them nervously, but she was definitely not afraid of them, not in the least. the skinny one was in charge, and he was the one the girl was with, she wouldn't tale her eyes off of him. he pulled out a blade and looked at me," mother fucker, you know what this is." i almost laughed , i cracked a big smile, "dude, there's nothing here." as if he was gonna say, 'oh, ok my bad. sorry 'bout that, we'll see ya later , sorry.' it's odd how the mind will work in times like this. some people panic, or cry and beg, some cooperate completely. i just repeated what i said again, "there's nothing here, man." a little louder , hoping bobby was awake, or would hear me. "shut the fuck up!" he yelled at me pointing the blade to emphasize his point. up above my head, on top of the refrigerator, was my kitchen knives. i had a few chef's knives up there as well. i knew i could have pulled out two before he got to me and fought them both off. there wasn't enough room for both of the to fit between the counter and the fridge. i could have held them off, but i decided to see where this was going to go, so i waited. "get down on the floor, mother fucker!" , my nemesis screamed at me , again using his blade as a pointer. i got down , sort of.
the chair i had been using to sit at my computer, a nice old , hard wooden chair, was right behind me. i knelt down and sort of curled my arms around it , hugging it, sliding my left arm through the space between the back and the seat and gripped it like a life preserver. that fat guy headed right for my room and went to my dresser , pulling out the first drawer, the top one, where i kept my baggies, my scale and usually, when i had it here, my pot. i told him again, that we ran out about an hour ago, that i get everything on the front and that my 'guy' came by to get the money, that they were wasting their time." shut the fuck up" he ordered. he had moved on into the kitchen, in the corner between the sink and the stove. the girl was standing by the door, still pretending that she had no idea what was going on. when he told me to shut up he had pulled his hand from his pocket, empty. i decided it was time to play my hand, soon they were going to demand i empty my pockets, i had about $3500 and there was no way in hell they were going to be taking it from me. so i yelled to my partner in crime, "bobby! bobby!" , the skinny one screamed for me to shut up again. " bobby! bobby! we're getting fuckin' robbed!" he pulled his hand from his pocket and pointed at me with his finger, "i told you to sh-..."
from the darkness of bobby's bedroom came the recognizable, unmistakable sound of a shotgun getting pumped. chu-chuk, the skinny guy froze and looked in the direction of the sound, and i was on him like lightning. i hit him so hard with the chair that he went up over the stove and counter , landing in the living room. the fat guy came running from my room as bobby came running from his, blanket still flying off of his shoulders wearing nothing but a pair of leopard print bikini underwear. i spun and caught the guy with the chair so hard in the back of the head he collapsed, out cold. the girl began screaming, "OH MY GAWD, OH MY GAWD!" over and over as she spun in circles, terror had possessed her.
the skinny one headed for the door, his knife in his hand , now, and i caught him in the chest with the chair , sending him backward. i confronted him , now holding the chair like a lion tamer. stabbing him in the chest over and over to keep his knife away from me. he knocked the chair out of my hands and raised the knife as he rushed me. bobby and i grabbed his arm. "shoot him, shoot him, bobby, shoot this mother fucker!" i screamed as we struggled. the skinny guy was a lot stronger than he looked. he raised the knife again and he grazed bobby's arm on its way down into the muscle just above my knee. "you're a dead man now, mother fucker!" i assured him, just then, his partner came out of his daze and ran out the door. i grabbed the skinny one by the back of his head and his shoulder and proceeded to slam his head into the old plaster of paris walls, they were solid. with every slam more blood appeared on the wall. i looked down and saw the knife, as i reached for it, bobby pulled it out of my leg. " gimme that fuckin' knife!" i demanded, but bobby refused, i would have gutted him with it. i kept slamming his face into the wall and said, " IF.... I... EVER..... SEE.... YOU.... AGAIN.....I'LL...... FUCKING..... KILL.... YOU!!!!" i slammed his head into the wall two more times and threw him out the door where he collapsed as he fell down the stairs. this whole time, the girl was spinning in circles screaming, "OH MY GAWD!", i got behind her and waited until she was facing the door and i kicked her , right above the ass, as hard as i could. she sailed out the door, and cleared the stairs. her momentum took her forward and she landed right on her face in the gravel driveway, where she bounced and skidded to a halt. finally, she had stopped screaming.
bobby and i stood in the doorway and looked at them both, bobby turned to me and smiled, "nice kick, bro!" and high-fived me. he looked back at them and then back at me, "do you think they're dead?" i told him i didn't care. i picked up the shotgun and told them they had about ten seconds to get off my property before i blew they're fucking brains out. she got up and started dragging her boyfriend out of the driveway. she looked up and bobby moaned, " ooohhh, that's gonna ruin the rest of her summer!" he high-fived me again and pulled my bottle of jager out of the freezer, "damn, man my nerves are shot, i need a fuckin' drink." he poured two coffee cups full of the delicious mix of herbs from the deutsch speaking area of europe, we clinked glasses and emptied our cups as we watched the attempted robbers legs and feet disappear from sight. about thirty seconds later we heard a car start up i went out to look, it was a white honda, i wrote down the license plate number and stuck it on the fridge. i called up my friend tracy, a nurse and told her i needed her help, just then i caught the neighbors' daughters' eye as she looked into our apartment from her bedroom upstairs, i waved and pulled down the shades and pored myself another jager as we waited for tracy. i never saw the girl from syacuse again. what a coincidence, huh?