Kelvin Jackson - It Was All A Dream

“Oh it’s like that? If you miss it’s over,” said Money Al, who was playing K.

“Oh, I hear you yappin, but I done won four of the last six and one of the two you won I scratched on the 8 ball,” said K.

K knew once he got in his groove he was unstoppable. The small crowd of about 20 afternoon occupants were broke off into about six small groups, all obviously discussing something criminal. Outside of K wanting to relieve some stress, he did have another purpose for being in the bar. Dante had called him three hours earlier from a 610 area code. He said he was on his way back and he had good news. K really needed some good news. Just as he was about to seal the deal with an 8-ball bank shot, skulls and Darkside entered the bar. K had told him where he would be.

Dark and Skulls gave dap and acknowledgements to the usual suspects as they made their way to the rear of the bar where the pool table was located. K gave a quick greeting to Skulls, handed him his pool stick and motioned for Dark to come with him to a table in the corner.

As they sat down the barmaid approached the table.

“What up thickness? My next drink on you,” Dark asked the 5 foot 11 inch 240 pound barmaid.

“That all depends on how you gon pay me back,” said the barmaid that everyone knew as Thumper. She had gotten her name from many sources.

The first being her fight game was crazy.

“Girl you crazy as hell! Bring me and my man 2 Heinekens,” said Dante and slapped her hard across her extra wide ass.

She took off smiling, but not before giving him the evil eye and getting some kind of confirmation of a time they would hook up later. Everybody knew Dark had love for the big girls and they had love for him.

“So tell me something good,” K said when Thumper was gone.

“Check it out fam. It is crazy cash out that muthafucka. I got 9 G’s outside in the car and if I would have sold some weight I would have been done the same day we got there. You sellin O’s here for $750 and they payin $1200 all day long, “said Dark excited about future prospects.

K too was getting excited as he ran numbers through his mental calculator. He had bubbled his paper to just under enough to grab 2 bricks. Then something clicked in K’s mind. In all his stress he had forgotten that he only sent him with a 4? ounces.

“Hold up. You made 9 G’s in 2 days off a big 8?”

“Nah niggah! I made $10,500, kept $500 for the pocket and got an apartment with the other G.”

K smiled as he absorbed this new information with his mental calculator counting up the possibilities. Outside of his local weight customers he only had one spot left pumping slabs. It was still flowing decent, but overall his hustle had taken a significant blow. Always the thinker K switched angles.

“So what’s the weather like out that way? Is the po-po hot or did you maneuver around without problems, “ K instinctively asked, recalling his recent troubles.

“I’m sayin-I seen a few riding but it wasn’t nothing that I couldn’t work around. I’m ready to make moves though, that’s why I grabbed the crib.”

Thumper returned with their drinks and K filled Darkside in on everything that had happened since he left town. The situation with Lonnie and Norma.The living conditions with Reebie which was beginning to be a burden. And last but definitely not least, the situation with the crooked cops Rat and Fat.

“You need to get out of town and lay low for a minute. I’m telling you fam,that shit is soooo sweet, “ said Dark.

“I’m with you, I just have to handle a few things. When Yalltryin to bounce back?”

“Shit- yesterday!”

“I can dig it. But look let’s go grab that paper so I can make a move. I’ll grab the work in the morning and we can roll after I handle some overdue business tomorrow night,” said K with determination in his voice. They toasted drinks to mo money and focused on the near future.

Mattie wasn’t cool with K going out of town. She had already begun to feel that dependency feeling again on a man, and that she was very uncomfortable with. He had told her that he would be leaving for no more than four days and there would be plenty money in the safe in case of emergency.

“Well dam, can I go with you?” she asked not wanting to be separated from him again.

“Please don’t make this more difficult than it is. You know I just took some losses and I need some getback. Plus I don’t know a lot about the town. If it’s some gunplay, I don’t want to take you into a situation like that.”

This really wasn’t the truth and Mattie could sense it. The truth was that with all the stress that K had been going through and the added stress of Reebie staying with them at the apartment, he needed some time away. He was also going through a mental battle over the rumors of Mattie’s other extra activities while he was locked up. He had come to find out that she had been on some real loose shit. He was really trying to work past the past.

“So you just going to leave me again? Alright that’s cool, “ said Mattie and stormed off to the bedroom with an attitude.

K just figured he’d deal with that later because he had other more urgent business to tend to. He had called Pook and Blass earlier and told them that he needed to holla at them about handling something. As he headed out of the apartment he considered trying to reason with Mattie, but decided against it. When he got to Pooks crib, they were there waiting. He gave them his plan and they nodded in agreement. There was no argument that it was time to send a message.

“How much did you take from them young chumps?” asked the fat dumpy cop as the two uniformed officers sat parked on the dark street.

“We got $2,200 so far and we still aint hit the north side, “ said the officer who closely resembled a rat in the face.

Rat and Fat had been taking hustler’s money for years. They had also built up a fear factor in the hood because they would sometimes put drugs on dudes who gave them a hard time. They had been beat walkers in the Crown Heights section of Brooklyn until an investigation into a mysterious shooting death produced evidence that pointed fingers at the duo. The sergeant that they were under made the evidence strangely disappear and immediately after, they were transferred to Long Island. That was five years ago.

“Did you see them niggahs faces when I pulled that ounce of crack out of my pocket? The skinny kid looked like he was gonna shit himself,” said Ratman laughing hysterically.

“Yeah, we could do this shit forever and never get caught because they are too scared to go to jail,” Fatface continued.

The moon shined brightly overhead and every star was clearly visible. The two officers paid little attention to the car slowly approaching from the rear.

These fuckers are gonna put my kids through college and pay for the down payment on my new house,“ said Ratman.

Just as he was finishing his sentence the driver’s side window exploded into a thousand tiny pieces. The first slug from the AK-47 entered in the left side of Ratman’s head at the temple, and immediately exited taking with it his last thoughts.

As Fatface sat in shock, fear, and horror looking at remains of what was left of his partners head in his lap, the roar of twin desert Eagles ripped through the front windshield. The first two shots from the cannon killed him and were followed by 10 more. They left gaping holes as the bullets tore through flesh like wet tissue and lodged in the backseat. What followed was a barrage of slugs attacking the vehicle from all sides that riddled the cruiser and insured a sudden death for both of the officers. Within twenty seconds it was over.

A half hour later K, Pook and Blass were leaving a close associates body shop where all the guns that were involved had been cut up and turned into scrap metal. With that problem solved; K and the cats in the hood could breathe a little easier. They would celebrate the next day, and the streets would be on fire for a while following the murder of two officers. But the message was sent.