Post by chrisxcrime on May 4, 2006 22:45:14 GMT -5
There he was, the man dressed in black standing only meters away from my view point. His arm was wrapped in an old sling made from waste and it was suspended high across from one shoulder to the other. Beneath the man stood an old poodle, the poodle was white stained in mud. The man was going about his own business as he called for the dog. The dog looked up at the man and howled into the night. A man across the street yelled back “Shut that fucking dog up, hobo!” This is when I looked back and began to think to myself, what does this guy need to worry about? He is getting in his car and driving off to go fuck some cheap slut he met that night. What gave me this assumption was that trailing behind the man getting into his newly polished Vet’ was a woman painted in jewelry. From the mess of his hair gave me the impression he had just started something with this woman and he had plans to finish what he had started.
Now I looked back at the man who was now getting himself ready to sleep. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the guy, but I said I would do it so… I won’t let the boys down. I waited for the traffic to clear before I looked back at Tony as he gave me the signal. I looked both ways one more time for assurance then scurried across the street and approach the man now curled into a ball with his dog. I kicked the man giving him the notion I was there. He looked up at me covering his eyes, he said nothing, and went on back to sleep. Looking down at the man I realized this wasn’t going to change anything, but I had made a name for myself and I wasn’t going to go down because I wouldn’t finish the operation. I brushed my hair back and turned my ball cap to the rear of my head and bent down. I drew back as the stench from the man’s breath was far to strong to remain anywhere near him. So, instead of calling for his name, I kick him. Not to hard, just enough to make his dog howl again in pain. Yeah, so I kick the dog. What did you want me to do? Don’t you think this man has been stepped on before? By the smell of him and his surrounding someone would easily mistaken this man for a pile of garbage.
The man rushed to his feet and stared me into the eye before taking a swing at me. I have to admit, I wasn’t certain he was going to swing at me so I took one right beneath the jaw. After shaking it off and adjusting my jaw I shined the man a short smirk which quickly turned into a angry expression. The man took one more swing before I knocked it down with my forearm and popped him one. It wasn’t hard, but enough to make the dog howl in pain again. Yes, I hit the dog again. Call it what you like, don’t you think this guys been in fights before? I think I remember this guy from Bum Fights and Dog Wars volume 4. Regardless this was really going to piss this guy off which is why I signaled for the guys to come over. With a motion of my hand a dozen guys ran over from what appeared to be nowhere. The each took in a good kick before I hauled the man off into the back of my Papa’s van. Once we got him inside we continued to torment and torture him. One guy would hold him back while the other guy would ejaculate over the man’s face. Another guy would relate to violence and extreme derogatory humor. He would punch the man in the nose just to hear him call out for his dog.
Now it was my turn, they were all expecting me to do something utterly impertinent. Inside I knew what we were doing was wrong. I mean even the crooked of minds understands when to stop. We are just having too much fun with a man who nobody knows and will never care for again. With this in mind, I went right for his most prized possession. I reached out a latched onto his hands. I maneuvered my finger tips around his fingers and wrenched back. I heard his entire fingers crack as I let go. The man screamed out once more as we opened the rear door and dumped him over two miles from his companion. The rest of the night we drove around talking about what had happened and how the guy didn’t matter anyway. I heard a bunch of them say how I was a genius for doing what I did, the whole time I was sitting back allowing my head to beat off the window from the passenger seat. Each imperfection we traveled over I allowed my momentum to drive my head into the window. Eventually the pain was to overwhelming that I was had to pull myself to the back of the van just in time to hear one interesting conversation between Tony and Gab. The two were almost impossible to hear, but with the skills I gained from living with a def brother I was able to learn a few things about lip reading. I listened the best I could and used a few lip reading skills to encode this conversation.
Tony: Gab, I have one idea I think you’ll like.
Gab: Oh yeah? What is it?
Tony: Well you see, I have an old bear trap my dad used to use when he went hunting. We could go back to that old ass dog and give him a little taste of metal.
Gab: You know Chris isn’t going to agree with that. You know he gets rattled after big things like this. What makes you think he is going to let us, two newcomers make all of the shots?
Tony: Alright listen you fucking jerk off! What has Chris done for us anyway? I mean yeah he gives us something to do on Fridays, but really? The shit he’s coming up with is getting boring. Take today as an example, he didn’t even come up with the idea right away, we did. He just makes it more interesting when he hit that dog. If it was me I woulda’ grabbed that old man’s walking stick and fucking batted that dog dead.
Gab: What are you saying? You want to challenge Chris for his spot as the new ruler? You’re an idiot you know that. And no, I am not going to follow through with your plan. When we get back home you can go get your bear trap and do it yourself.
Tony: Fuck you dick!
I remember thinking right after hearing that one comment by Tony that he was quickly turning into the same guy other brother Tony turned out to be. I never thought Tony was going to turn out the way he did; he was always really smart in school. Now all he ever thinks about is torturing people. I mean sure it’s fun, but eventually you do it just to bide yourself some more time to think of a way out. That is what I am doing right now; I need to get out on my own terms. I can’t just leave because with the rating I’ve posted there are people who want to see me in a box, and fast. They can’t do anything to me right now because of my value ship. After I leave what makes you think they won’t come after me? It seems I am apart of a huge gang right? No. Here is the story that will change your view of me forever.
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon; mom was getting in from another day at the shop. When she walked in she didn’t take the time to remove her footwear, she just said to me the one thing I repeat over and over until this very day. “Son, I don’t know when I’ll be back, but it could very well be until the rain stops.” Now to you, I know you are thinking that this statement means that she would be back later right? That wasn’t what happened. The rain hasn’t stopped yet, and which is why she hasn’t returned to me since that one Sunday. When I am talking about rain I am referring to a day without sun to fill your day, the smell of beautiful greens and summer delights. The singing of birds and the taste of that blue berry pie. I still don’t remember what happened that one evening, all I know is that when the rain halts, I will meet with her again.
This is where the story takes a quick turn. Once I lost my mother I retreated to drugs and alcohol. It wasn’t the best choice but when you lose something like your mother you resort to the one thing that can bring the days closer and closer to an end. Once I was hooked there was no sense going to school which is why I dropped out in the 11 grade. I stayed home all day and served white to the locals from the city and from the suburbs. There was one Saturday evening when I was sitting in my rocking chair chasing a few with a couple buddies of mine when I raid was called in my house. I fled along with the guys. We lost each other in three separate directions; I headed west because I knew there was a place I could if I was ever in any trouble. Once I landed at the corner of Duke and Cunningham Street that is when I heard it; the sound of metal on pavement. I looked back just before getting whacked in the head by a large metal pole. The moment I woke up a few things needed to be settled with the man in change. I never knew this guy but he ordered that I was to deliver a job to him and if I didn’t bad things were going to happen. To end this story quickly, lets just say that this guy I was suppose to drop the drugs off to was the county police chief. I knew I was going down one way, but I decided to go to plan C, my plan. I fled to the city where I am now working for a man working against that Saturday night man. So, I think it is pretty obvious that if I am working for this guy that I won’t get I trouble with this other man. Who is to tell if this guy is still looking for me? A man with that much power and authority could always find another young man to toy with. However at the time this seemed to be the best thing to do at the time.
So I am now 27 years old. It’s been a long time since that one night and now I sit here in a van filled with a dozen guys talking about how awesome it was that we “thrashed” some guy and threw him out onto the street. It seems pretty pitiful right? That isn’t the case here is it? That is life my friend, you go with the flow and when an opportunity arises you strike and hope to find another opportunity. Between these moments of opportunity you work to remain in the same category you’ve made yourself become. I am Chris ‘X’ Crime, and I am just waiting…
[End]
Now I looked back at the man who was now getting himself ready to sleep. I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the guy, but I said I would do it so… I won’t let the boys down. I waited for the traffic to clear before I looked back at Tony as he gave me the signal. I looked both ways one more time for assurance then scurried across the street and approach the man now curled into a ball with his dog. I kicked the man giving him the notion I was there. He looked up at me covering his eyes, he said nothing, and went on back to sleep. Looking down at the man I realized this wasn’t going to change anything, but I had made a name for myself and I wasn’t going to go down because I wouldn’t finish the operation. I brushed my hair back and turned my ball cap to the rear of my head and bent down. I drew back as the stench from the man’s breath was far to strong to remain anywhere near him. So, instead of calling for his name, I kick him. Not to hard, just enough to make his dog howl again in pain. Yeah, so I kick the dog. What did you want me to do? Don’t you think this man has been stepped on before? By the smell of him and his surrounding someone would easily mistaken this man for a pile of garbage.
The man rushed to his feet and stared me into the eye before taking a swing at me. I have to admit, I wasn’t certain he was going to swing at me so I took one right beneath the jaw. After shaking it off and adjusting my jaw I shined the man a short smirk which quickly turned into a angry expression. The man took one more swing before I knocked it down with my forearm and popped him one. It wasn’t hard, but enough to make the dog howl in pain again. Yes, I hit the dog again. Call it what you like, don’t you think this guys been in fights before? I think I remember this guy from Bum Fights and Dog Wars volume 4. Regardless this was really going to piss this guy off which is why I signaled for the guys to come over. With a motion of my hand a dozen guys ran over from what appeared to be nowhere. The each took in a good kick before I hauled the man off into the back of my Papa’s van. Once we got him inside we continued to torment and torture him. One guy would hold him back while the other guy would ejaculate over the man’s face. Another guy would relate to violence and extreme derogatory humor. He would punch the man in the nose just to hear him call out for his dog.
Now it was my turn, they were all expecting me to do something utterly impertinent. Inside I knew what we were doing was wrong. I mean even the crooked of minds understands when to stop. We are just having too much fun with a man who nobody knows and will never care for again. With this in mind, I went right for his most prized possession. I reached out a latched onto his hands. I maneuvered my finger tips around his fingers and wrenched back. I heard his entire fingers crack as I let go. The man screamed out once more as we opened the rear door and dumped him over two miles from his companion. The rest of the night we drove around talking about what had happened and how the guy didn’t matter anyway. I heard a bunch of them say how I was a genius for doing what I did, the whole time I was sitting back allowing my head to beat off the window from the passenger seat. Each imperfection we traveled over I allowed my momentum to drive my head into the window. Eventually the pain was to overwhelming that I was had to pull myself to the back of the van just in time to hear one interesting conversation between Tony and Gab. The two were almost impossible to hear, but with the skills I gained from living with a def brother I was able to learn a few things about lip reading. I listened the best I could and used a few lip reading skills to encode this conversation.
Tony: Gab, I have one idea I think you’ll like.
Gab: Oh yeah? What is it?
Tony: Well you see, I have an old bear trap my dad used to use when he went hunting. We could go back to that old ass dog and give him a little taste of metal.
Gab: You know Chris isn’t going to agree with that. You know he gets rattled after big things like this. What makes you think he is going to let us, two newcomers make all of the shots?
Tony: Alright listen you fucking jerk off! What has Chris done for us anyway? I mean yeah he gives us something to do on Fridays, but really? The shit he’s coming up with is getting boring. Take today as an example, he didn’t even come up with the idea right away, we did. He just makes it more interesting when he hit that dog. If it was me I woulda’ grabbed that old man’s walking stick and fucking batted that dog dead.
Gab: What are you saying? You want to challenge Chris for his spot as the new ruler? You’re an idiot you know that. And no, I am not going to follow through with your plan. When we get back home you can go get your bear trap and do it yourself.
Tony: Fuck you dick!
I remember thinking right after hearing that one comment by Tony that he was quickly turning into the same guy other brother Tony turned out to be. I never thought Tony was going to turn out the way he did; he was always really smart in school. Now all he ever thinks about is torturing people. I mean sure it’s fun, but eventually you do it just to bide yourself some more time to think of a way out. That is what I am doing right now; I need to get out on my own terms. I can’t just leave because with the rating I’ve posted there are people who want to see me in a box, and fast. They can’t do anything to me right now because of my value ship. After I leave what makes you think they won’t come after me? It seems I am apart of a huge gang right? No. Here is the story that will change your view of me forever.
It was a rainy Sunday afternoon; mom was getting in from another day at the shop. When she walked in she didn’t take the time to remove her footwear, she just said to me the one thing I repeat over and over until this very day. “Son, I don’t know when I’ll be back, but it could very well be until the rain stops.” Now to you, I know you are thinking that this statement means that she would be back later right? That wasn’t what happened. The rain hasn’t stopped yet, and which is why she hasn’t returned to me since that one Sunday. When I am talking about rain I am referring to a day without sun to fill your day, the smell of beautiful greens and summer delights. The singing of birds and the taste of that blue berry pie. I still don’t remember what happened that one evening, all I know is that when the rain halts, I will meet with her again.
This is where the story takes a quick turn. Once I lost my mother I retreated to drugs and alcohol. It wasn’t the best choice but when you lose something like your mother you resort to the one thing that can bring the days closer and closer to an end. Once I was hooked there was no sense going to school which is why I dropped out in the 11 grade. I stayed home all day and served white to the locals from the city and from the suburbs. There was one Saturday evening when I was sitting in my rocking chair chasing a few with a couple buddies of mine when I raid was called in my house. I fled along with the guys. We lost each other in three separate directions; I headed west because I knew there was a place I could if I was ever in any trouble. Once I landed at the corner of Duke and Cunningham Street that is when I heard it; the sound of metal on pavement. I looked back just before getting whacked in the head by a large metal pole. The moment I woke up a few things needed to be settled with the man in change. I never knew this guy but he ordered that I was to deliver a job to him and if I didn’t bad things were going to happen. To end this story quickly, lets just say that this guy I was suppose to drop the drugs off to was the county police chief. I knew I was going down one way, but I decided to go to plan C, my plan. I fled to the city where I am now working for a man working against that Saturday night man. So, I think it is pretty obvious that if I am working for this guy that I won’t get I trouble with this other man. Who is to tell if this guy is still looking for me? A man with that much power and authority could always find another young man to toy with. However at the time this seemed to be the best thing to do at the time.
So I am now 27 years old. It’s been a long time since that one night and now I sit here in a van filled with a dozen guys talking about how awesome it was that we “thrashed” some guy and threw him out onto the street. It seems pretty pitiful right? That isn’t the case here is it? That is life my friend, you go with the flow and when an opportunity arises you strike and hope to find another opportunity. Between these moments of opportunity you work to remain in the same category you’ve made yourself become. I am Chris ‘X’ Crime, and I am just waiting…
[End]