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decided to call Black. He was one of my main connects. He supplied me with names, social security numbers, date of births, addresses– the whole nine yards. I never understood why or for that matter how Black got into the game. Black had a Masters in computer technology. He was smart and could passionately engage in topics ranging from politics, to science, and sports. The rumor was he had extorted money from a top Fortune 500 firm and did a heavy bid for it. When he was released from jail, he amped up his game and took his computer knowledge and prison education to the streets.
―Hey, Storm.‖
    ―Hey, Black. What‘s going on?‖
―Ain‘t shit. What‘s good with you?‖
―Just trying to hook up and see what‘s
up.‖ ―A‘ight. What time you trying to
do that?‖ ―Is one good for you?‖
    ―Yeah. That‘s cool…that‘s cool. Where
at?‖ ―Junior‘s?‖
―A‘ight. I‘ll holla at you then.‖
―One.‖
    As soon as I put the telephone back on the receiver it rang. I looked at the Caller ID – it was Pam. I picked it up on the first ring.
    ―Where the fuck you been at?‖ I asked.
―Girl, you don‘t even wanna know,‖ Pam
said. ―What happened?‖
―You know that tall black nigga I met last week at Taj‘s
    spot?‖
―Yeah…Rocky?‖
―Rock,‖ Pam corrected.
―I don‘t know why you even bother with someone with that kinda name anyway. You were with him?‖
    ―Yeah, girl,‖ Pam sighed heavily. ― I went over to his house last night and the nigga had me walk into his house backwards. Talking about he have to make sure I don‘t bring no bad spirits in his house and shit. I should have left then. But it was two o‘clock in the morning and I ain‘t feel like driving all the way back home…‘cause he live way out in Rosedale somewhere right next to Green Acres Mall.‖
―Pam! Go on and just tell me what happened…damn.
    I hate when you do that.‖
―Okay! Anyway, I ain‘t even gonna get into the freaky
shit he was trying to have me do. I‘ll tell you about that later.
But let me tell you…gurrrrl…since I left this nigga house I‘ve
been sick and I ain‘t have nothing but bad luck. He musta
reverse the shit on me !‖
―Don‘t tell me you ate his food.‖
―Nah. But don‘t you know…I‘m driving on Southern
State ready to get off on the Conduit and this car from outta
nowhere came and wrecked my shit up.‖
―Get the fuck outta here! Stop playing!‖
―I ain‘t playing. And that ain‘t all either. The cops
gave me a fucking ticket ‗cause they said I didn‘t yield. I ain‘t
never got no ticket before. And the bad part about it is
homeboy car didn‘t have a scratch on it. But he wrecked up
my shit. Now how that happen?‖
―What? The car is messed up
bad?‖ ―The shit is totaled Storm!‖
―Did you get hurt?‖
―No, I‘m okay. I‘ll probably be hurting tomorrow
though. I‘m just shaken up. That‘s all. I can‘t believe this shit.
I ain‘t have the car a good month.‖
―Don‘t sweat it though. That nigga ain‘t do nothing to you,‖ I said with a small chuckle, ―it‘s just a coincidence.‖ ―Storm, if I tell you the rest of the story…you ain‘t gonna say that. Believe me.‖
    ―Well, tell me later I need to start getting
dress.‖ ―All right. What time you trying to hook up?‖ ―One o‘clock at Junior‘s.‖
―Okay.‖
―So wait a minute…did they tow your
car?‖ ―Yeah. I‘ma go get me a rental
later on.‖ ―Where you at now?‖
―I‘m downtown…trying to find me something to
wear. I‘m going to see Mary perform tonight.‖
    ―Oh, I forgot you were going to the Mary J. concert tonight. Pam, Is it cold out?‖
―Hell, yeah. It‘s freezing out this bitch.‖
―Okay, so you want me to have Rick pick you up?‖
    ―Nah, that‘s okay…I‘ll probably be still downtown shopping and I can just walk on over to Junior‘s. Anyway, how was Rick gonna pick me up? Taj is outta town?‖
―Yeah. He‘s in M.I.A. He‘ll probably be