Crack Rock Love


“Please don’t do it, please I’m begging you man I have a family now. I don’t live that life no more I was just a kid.” Simple Simon begged as he sat in the chair behind his desk in his office sweat seeping through his thousand dollar silk shirt staring back at Rondo with fear in his eyes, tears on his face, and two red dots on his forehead.

Rondo remained silent he cocked back the two hammers as Simple Simon flinched. The door to his office swung open as Rondo swung the two WVZ61 Scorpion’s towards the direction of the person entering the room. The two red dots danced around the little girls face and chest as Simple Simon jumped to his feet.

“Don’t shoot! She’s just a baby.”

With one gun still trained on the little girl Rondo aimed the other one back at Simple Simon. “Sit yo simple ass down!” Rondo spat out through gritted teeth.

“I’m begging you man not in front of my baby.”

Rondo uncocked the two guns placing one back in the holster leaving the other still aimed at Simple Simon. “You get a pass this time, but this shit ain’t over Simon I found you once I’ll find you again.”

Simple Simon remained silent as Rondo lowered his weapon and allowed the little girl to pass who appeared to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old. As he made his way out of the office he felt a burning sensation peirce his back collapsing onto the wall trying to regain his footing he dropped to his knees and rolled over on his back. Staring up clutching at both guns he stared back at his attacker. The little girl stood over him clutching the .38. Rondo’s eyes fought back the tears as his hearing seemed to fade in and out.

“Like that daddy? Did I do it right daddy?” The little girl asked as she stood over Rondo tears falling from her eyes. Simple Simon took his time walking around his desk as he stood over Rondo he draped his arm across her shoulder.

“What else did daddy tell you pumpkin?”

The little girl wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. “Always shoot to kill.”

She squeezed two more shots into Rondo’s chest. Simple Simon smiled as he squeezed his daughter tighter and placed a delicate kiss on her forehead.

***

TEN YEARS BEFORE

Crack rock hit the scene hard. At that time in my life I felt like it was the best thing to ever happen to me. 1989 Minneapolis, MN the North Side was booming so much money was coming in so fast and I was trying to get every penny of it. I was four-teen years old I was enrolled in Franklin Jr. High School. Me, my daddy, and my Uncle Cervante lived in Cecil Newman apartments on the North Side across the street from the projects.

I learned how to cook crack from my Uncle Cervante he was only nine-teen but had been hustling most of his life when he got in the game he had been younger than I was he started when he was eleven. From what I heard him and my daddy talking about he used to sell Heroin for his Uncle back when he lived in California, they lived in Watts. He was jumped into the gang when he was twelve the Pirus a Blood gang and did his first and only bid when he was fifth-teen. Arrested for suspected involvement in a drive-by of a rival gang member. Released on bond until his court date Uncle Cervante left Cali and came to Minnestoa to stay with us he was my mama's little brother. Mama was originally from Cali too but had moved here years before. Uncle Cervante has been living here on the run ever since. He never did admit to me if he was in on the drive-by or not it was a touchy subject for him he didn't like talking about it.

I learned about guns from Kevin, that was my daddy. I never could call him daddy not because he wasn't there for me and I didn't respect him but because every since I was little and I was able to walk and talk the way my daddy carried it, it was more like I was my own man and he held conversations with me as a man even when he was teaching me a life lesson as if I was a man so it was always Kevin.

He taught me how to carry a gun, how to shoot it, how to clean a gun, always wear gloves and carry a handkerchief everywhere I go. Never loan my guns out unless it was to him or my uncle. Never brag or flash my heat, if I pull it to use it and use it to kill. It’s kind of ironic that he be the one to teach me how to use a gun being that he was the one who killed my mama. He admitted this much to me about a year ago, he never came right out and said it but I got the point and realized it had all been an accident. Just like uncle Cervante and the drive-by he ain't talk much on that either.

I always had done pretty well in school but now since I was getting money I only went to holler at bitches and floss my fresh gear and phat gold chains. I was the freshest nigga in the school. I had slept with almost all the best looking girls in the school but the one I wanted most just wasn't biting. I stepped into the school just as the bell rang for lunch. There she was the most beautiful thing my eyes had ever seen.

Kenya she was in the same grade I was in, light skinned, with big brown eyes, perfect white teeth, long hair in a ponytail, big breasts and a big ass. She was perfect and none of the cats at our school was fucking her. She was the cream of the crop, the best of the best. She was Captain on the dance team so she had all the right moves. She was even smart in school she was on the honor roll every semester.

“What's up Kenya?”

“Nothing, so you want to go to the Sadie Hawkins dance with me tonight?”

I lost my breath I tried to play it cool but I was excited as hell. “Stop playing girl I thought you were going with Roosevelt?”

“I was supposed to until that flake started spreading rumors around the school talking bout he fucked.”

I smirked. She placed her hand on her hip,

“What's funny?”

“It’s just a rumor?”

“Psh. Boy please his broke ass. I was just trying to be nice cause he was kind of cute but me giving him some never!”

Yeah I saw her lips moving but I wasn't paying attention to the words I had to figure out how I was going to get out of taking Candy to the dance she had already bought the outfits and the tickets. But if I turned down Kenya I may not get a second chance.

“It’s kind of late notice but yeah I'll go with you.”

A smile spread across her face I thought I would melt right there.

“I need some money and your sizes so I can go get us something to wear so we are matching.”

I already had spent almost a “G” on her trying to make her mine it was starting to get expensive but she was worth it. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a bundle of cash peeling off three one hundred dollar bills I handed it to her. Pulled an ink pen from my back pocket and wrote my sizes on the palm of her hand.

“Three “C” notes? What don't you want me to get you nothing? This going just be enough for me.”

“Damn Kenya don't you got an outfit to wear already?”

“Uh no, I know you don't mean the outfit I was going wear with that lame? That is so tacky. If he shows up with another girl you know his cheap ass going still wear the same outfit.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out another two hundred dollars. “That's all you need for me.”

“What time you picking me up?”

“I don't know I got some shit to do, what time are you going to get my clothes?”

“Right after school, well whenever you come you can get dressed at my house my mama ain't going trip.”

“Cool well I'll be through about 7:00 then.”

She gave me a hug and off she went. I lounged around the lunch room talking to a few females here and there. I knew everybody and vice versa but I didn't have a core group of home boys I hung with. After shooting dice in the boys bath room for the remainder of lunch I'd won my money back I'd given to Kenya plus three hundred more dollars. I would've stayed and kept taking those fools lunch money but my beeper was going off like crazy I had to get back to the Cecil Newman's I was missing a lot of money.

I hopped in my 89 Honda Accord well it wasn't technically mined I was renting it from a geeker, that's what we called hardcore drug addicts. Old dude about thirty something ran out of cheese and ain't have nothing else I wanted so I gave him a half a gram to rent his car for the weekend. I pushed the N.W.A. cassette into the cassette player and “Dope Man” came blaring through the speakers. I loved that song it got my adrenaline going it was my hustle anthem. My school wasn't too far from where I lived I was back at the building in fifth teen minutes. Parking, hopping out the car and walking across the parking lot I spotted Uncle Cervante. I gave him dap as his pager went off.

“Come with me right quick nephew.”

Checking my pager I quietly followed behind.

“So what's up with that little dance shit you were talking bout?”

“All that shit, cool had to change dates at the last minute it ain't nothing though.”

“Change dates? What happened a little chick cancelled on you?”

I laughed. “Man hell nawl, the chick I was going go with at first I already fucked her. And since the chick I been wanting to fuck shook the dude she was going go with off she asked me and I said yeah.”

“That ain't cool nephew.”

“What?”

“I know you want to dip in some new pussy and ain't shit wrong with that but…”

“But what?”

“Blowing off yo for sho thang to get up with a chick that made you a conciliation prize and you don't even know if you going get some or not that shit ain't cool.”

I laughed. “I got this Unc.”

As we made it to the apartment building in the complex Uncle Cervante grabbed the security door and pulled it open. It was supposed to be locked and you needed to get buzzed in but it was always broke or propped open with a piece of paper wedged into the lock. Walking down the hall and up the stairs we made our way to Simple Simon's spot, we called him Simple Simon cause he was always on some goofy shit trying to prove he was down. Last week he had blown up the spot shooting at the security guards out the window of the spot he was serving in cause they asked him for ID. The police were all around the complex patting niggas down. Running off money, all the dope fiends disappeared, copping crack from other sources. After the heat died down Uncle Cervante had to calm niggas down they wanted to beat Simple Simon ass two of the homeboys got popped off with work. I don't know if Simple Simon even know how close he came to coming up stanking, if he did he ain't act like it.

Uncle Cervante continued, “So you say, but um telling you from experience it ain't a good idea karma a motherfucker shit like that always back fire.”

“I thought you and daddy told me don't be no sucker? Ain't not doing what I want to do which is trying to mack this other broad and ditch the old pussy for some new pussy being a sucker? I mean she ain't my main bitch or nothing like that.”

“Do what you want to nephew.”

Bloom, bloom, bloom. Uncle Cervante banged on the door.

“Who the fuck is it?” Simple Simon yelled through the door.

“Cervante nigga, open the door with yo scary ass!”

The locks turned and the door flew open. “Scared my ass nigga, yall mother fuckers need to quit playing so much and shit. Knocking like you the police and shit. One of these days you going fuck around and get a chest full of this hot shit.”

He laughed stepping to the side to let us in clutching a slide pump shotgun. I came in after Uncle Cervante closing the door behind us and locking it.

“Where Evette fool? I ain't got all day and shit.” Uncle Cervante asked flopping down on the couch.

Simple Simon's face turned into an angry snarl. “That's what you came up here for? That bitch paged you?”

“What the fuck else nigga? I don't make social calls.”

“That dirty bitch.”

Evette stepped from the back entering the living room and stopped almost as if she was striking a pose. This couldn't be who they were talking about. She was fine. Cinnamon complexion, nice firm lips with a glittery lip gloss that shone so seductively I wanted to rush her and suck all the glitter off. She was just my size short, cute, and curvy.

“Hey boo.” She spoke as she stepped to Uncle Cervante and stood in front of him with her crouch in his face.

“Damn, step back baby girl.” He said as he stood taking her by the hand. She placed her free hand on his chest.

“Fuck that you don't be taking money out my pockets shopping with other niggas up in my shit and I got good product.” Simple Simon spat out as he grabbed Evette by the arm. She yanked away rolling her eyes and sliding her hands into the pockets of the skin tight Vidal Sassoon jeans she was wearing.

“I work too hard for my money to be throwing It away on that bullshit you trying to pass of for work.”

“You lucky these my peoples and we all trying to get paid or I'll have to put my foot in that pretty little ass of yours, bad mouthing my product with your tramp ass!”

“Tramp, tramp? Tramps a fuck anything and I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last dick on Earth with your simple ass, Simple Simon!”

Simple Simon hated that name although it was nothing he could do about it everybody in the hood called him that and he never had the heart to knuckle up and demand his respect not to be called that. But he did stick his chest out to dopefeinds and stand his ground and hearing Evette call him simple must've been a blow to his pride. He grabbed her by her collar and pulled her towards him. Uncle Cervante laughing at the incident stepped between Simple Simon and Evette blocking the two. Although Evette didn't look like she needed protection her eyes bucked and hands balled into fists.

“Come on with that shit Simon.” Uncle Cervante said still laughing.

“Come on my dick, this geeker ain't about to be dissing me and shit.”

“Ya mammy a geeker!” Evette yelled out over Uncle Cervante's shoulder. Uncle Cervante turned towards Evette.

“Be cool little mama.”

She was looking good to me especially when she was mad damn she looked sexy. I couldn’t stop staring it was something that looked so familiar about her.

Placing her hand on her hip and rocking back and forwards. “So is we going conduct this business or what Cervante? I got to get home to my baby.”

“Not up in here you ain't” Simple Simon spat out as he brushed up against Uncle Cervante exiting the living room into the kitchen.

“Lame ass nigga fuck yo spot and yo bullshit dope. I'm trying to spend some money you going step out in the hall and handle this or should I go someplace else? You got some work baby?” She asked looking at me.

“Yeah we going handle this, come on.” Uncle Cervante blurted out making sure not to lose his sale to me. I was nearest to the door, I turned and grabbed the door knob opening the door and stepping into the hall followed by Uncle Cervante and Evette. They made their transaction, she gave him a hug, winked at me and downstairs and out the building she went.

“So what's up with her?” I asked as I made my way down the stairs.

“Shit, what you mean?”

“I would've never guessed.”

“Yeah I know, she must've just started smoking she don't look nothing like these crack head hoes. She ain't fucking either she always got paper.”

“She looks familiar as hell though.”

“You don't know that bitch.”

“I know but she looks like somebody I know.”

“I don't know about all that she look like somebody I want to fuck. So what you bout to do?”

“Make a few runs I got a couple beeps while I was at school bout to see if they still looking, going post up till all my work gone then go over that chick crib and get ready for the dance.”

***

It was about 8:30 pm when I pulled up in front of Kenya's crib. She lived over North to over in Tangle Town. They called it Tangle Town cause if you ain't know your way around you was bound to get tangled and lost up in there. Knocking on the door I waited a few seconds before it was opened. Kenya stood in the door way wearing a pair of blue jean overalls covering a red and black plaid shirt. She wore solid red suede boots, and a black and red bandana covering her hair, not like Aunt Jemimama but stylish like, it was cute.

I stepped in and gave her a hug grabbed my bag and she pointed me towards her room in the basement.

“Go on down and get in the shower I have towels and a fresh bar of soap out for you do your thing it’s my own personal bathroom.”

“Aight I'll be out in a few.” I made way down the stairs and into her room. As soon as I hit her room I smelled air freshener and incenses burning. I looked around the room. She had a big ass bed had to be a queen with the real mattresses the thick shit probably a Serta it looked real comfortable.

“I can't wait to get her thick ass on that bed.” I said to myself aloud. She had Troop's “A