We turned down Parker Drive and got on the highway. We had another 15 minutes before we reached the parking complex.
Everyone was quiet in the back and I think Jimmy was asleep, tucked into the corner. I started to think about Shelly…
I was smoking out a couple days ago with my man Nasty. They called him that cuz he had been with most every chick and if she caught it, she was Nasty forever. He left his mark somehow.
Shelly knew Nasty from before and was sitting by the heater when I got there. Nasty lived in a garage, so space heaters were the move.
The pipe went around and the chit chat began. About an hour later, I look over and see Shelly with the heater directly in front of her face.
When I screamed on her, she looked up and I got lost in her eyes. They were light blue and stood out with whatever glitter she used.
I’ll say this, if it was just one moment in time, she really got me…
”We’re here.”
”You got it picked out?”
”Yeah, the 78’ Bonneville. Y’all ready?”
”Let’s go.”
Four men jumped out of one parked car and slinked to another. we’d worked out his before because Charles was the most anal person in the crew.
It was annoying as hell while trying to watch the game, but pulling off a crime, he was perfect. You need a guy like that, the whip cracker keeping everything in line.
You need him, the man with the plan, slow & steady and a crazy motherfucker. Glen thought to hit a bank at night, one would need four guys and so far, we had gone through with the plan.
When we got in the new car, I sat in the back with Jimmy. He was the crazy one, but he was the connect so there was no hate from me.
He sparked up another branch and turned back to the corner.
”Are you jerking off?”
”Gotta leave the cum stains at the scene…”
Martin Kester - My Digital World 