Sunday, August 23, 2009

The 5 Minute Factor: part one

How many murderers do you know personally? I know 2. Here's one......

I have a natural magnetism for certain types of people. Mostly the downtrodden. I'm not sure why God decided to give me such an arduous responsibility, but nonetheless, I've accepted it & use my powers for good. Sometimes I become frustrated with the amount of vagabonds & borderline homeless dudes I know, but what can I do? I feel entirely too blessed not to share what God gave me with others if I'm able to. It even talks about something like that in the Bible, word to Jesus Christ.

My young home boy, named *no dry-snitch* was a good kid who, unfortunately, had his eyes widened by the daily antics of the neighborhood supervillians. The gang-banging, dope-dealing, petty criminal activity that we all love to watch on a straight-to-video DVD or hear chronicled in a rap record. Shit is real in this field.

A boy in a man's body, who would spend half of his day following around my friends & I, like an annoying sibling or stray dog, & the other half around the corner with the local ruffians. Seems like that balance would work out in his favor if ever an extreme situation arose, but he (& I) found out that in a matter of 5 minutes, everything you've learned/adopted/believed in can be forgotten & forever lost.

If you know about Los Angeles, you know that every third person has a relative in Pomona, Victorville, The Valley, Ontario, Perris, etc. Those places just happen to be the "get my ass out of L.A." hotbeds. So, *no dry-snitch* had close family in The Valley, who he'd visit often. So much so that he'd met a girl out there. He was still young, so when he came home one day, talking fast & smiling, I knew he had genuine feelings for her, as opposed to good ol' Black lust. Lust, as in, he'd already had a daughter who he never saw, through no fault of his own, so to me, he saw this as a chance to do the whole girlfriend/boyfriend thing correctly.

From the day I'd meet him, he'd gone from decent, clean cut youth, to a misdemeanor-commiting menace to society. Complete with too much hair & gang tattoos. He came to me for advice a lot, which I rationed out to him, depending on how much weed he had, but the one real situation he needed guidance on, he turned to the supervillians.

It seemed that the valley girl already had a boyfriend. In most instances, "out-of-town" niggas detest L.A. dudes, & he was no exception. The fact that he was affiliated with the Eight Trey Gangsta Crip's made him an easier target for the boon dock thug-wanna be's. & now, he'd coveted on of their prized hood rats. Some nigga lost his future baby momma, & surely looked to avenge his loss.

The day came when the two young, Black males crossed paths, on the valley hooligan's home turf. Home court advantage, per se. But *no dry-snitch* wasn't a punk by any means & he held his ground. The two fought, & after what I can only assume was an ass-kicking, the valley boy ran away threatening further violence, in the way that only Black kids from the ghetto(s) can; he's going to be back "with his strap". Again, my young compadre wasn't afraid of much, so this, to him, was another nigga barking as he scurried away with tail tucked.

This wasn't his first foray into the ignorance that is gang violence stemmed from female. In Juvenile Hall, he'd gotten into a squabble behind some tender chick filet, & stabbed a fellow "inmate" in the thigh with a pencil. No stiches, no harm, no foul. As with most incarcerated young men, this only fueled his bloodlust towards the next opportunity to flex his masculinity.

So, 5 minutes later, valley dude returned, this time in a car. He stopped the car & exited. *no dry-snitch* said that he didn't seem to have a gun, but he wasn't looking for one, what with all the adrenaline surging through him. Valley guy walked over & began talking loudly, while the prized chicken head began to back away. *no dry-snitch* decided that he was going to swing first, connected with valley cat's jaw & knocked him to he ground. Immediately, he jumped back up & produced a handgun aimed right for *no dry-snitch*'s chest.

To be continued tomorrow....

14 comments:

Federal Ranga said...

Man, I can see where this is going... Good, no, TRUE DROP, homey. Three things I see here...

1. Word to Shoot Em' Up "Nobody likes a pussy with a gun..."

2. This is another huge reason why LDR (long distance relationships) dont work. If you dont know what ol girl is doing from the start, you are in for a gang of surprises.

3. Life: short, long, right or wrong - is precious and should NEVER be wasted on bullshit. God's greatest gift to us (right up there with sex) is choice. How will YOU use it?

What up, Grand$? I see I am first. Up early doin my thang at Shell for the day. I had to peep this. Lets see how it ends...

This Drop > Sunday's Miami Herald

Commission!!!

Tony Grands said...

Commission!

Good looks, Fed.

You know there's a twist.

Capital G said...

Man, what the fuck? A cliffhanger!? I hope *no dry snich* grabs the burner off dude and puts it in his ass until it goes "click", Big Lebowski style. No matter how it ends, somebody prolly ending up dead (hopefully the pussy with the gun who caught an ass whippin') and somebody else has to live the rest of their life with a charge with no statute of limitations. Can we get a sneak peak at the rest? Cot damn my lack of patience.

Tony Grands said...

Cap

My niggah!

Don't trip, I'm impatient too, but I gotcha tomorrow, pimp....

Capital G said...

I'mma hold you to your word fam. You gotta finish the story. *side note, no dick riding* Your blog is becoming way hotter than the joints on xxl. DP drops some jewels, Mex makes me laugh, but you speak the truth from a grown man perspective. I'm gonna stop cock jockeying now. Keep 'em coming.

Tony Grands said...

Already in the chamber (no pun intended), fam!!

Real talk, thats my paycheck. Cats that appreciate my writing. Been doing this shit my whole life, never got paid. I'm just glad folks enjoy what I do!

Ftr, grown men don't dick ride, they show respect...

Capital G said...

Well in that case, much respect due. You know how it goes though, give a man his dap on a job well done and the first thing people say is *insert homoerotic comment here*. Like it's wrong to congratulate another man. One word of respect then next man calls you a faggot. Lookin' forward to tomorrow's conclusion. (hope it's a conclusion and this shit ain't a mini-series.)

Anonymous said...

Yo Grand$ how you gonna do that mayne???!!!

Good ish. I might submit one for ya next week. My writing skills ain't fresh to death like yours...

Anonymous said...

Who else is anonymous???

$ykotic Don McCaine

Tony Grands said...

@Cap

Pops taught me a real man says please & thank you. These young minded cats be on that bull. I appreciate mine, always...

@$yk

What's good Don Mac! Idk who that is. Yeah, anonymous, leave your name.....but thanks for the compliment.

Kiana said...

aww man! You know how hard it is to steal wireless at my day job?! lol boo to cliffhangers. Looking forward to reading the rest though and I'm mad you named this kid "No dry snitch"!

And you aint never lied about the spots people go to to get out of LA. My Aunt left Compton for San Jacinto (near Perris) and gets pissed because all the people she was trying to get away from are following. lol.

Anonymous said...

@ Kiana

"Here come the Lords..."-Lords Of The Underground

Another rap group that never got their proper due.

$ykotic Don McCaine

@ Grand$

No lie. The click is thorough...

Tony Grands said...

@Ki

Whatitdo sis?

Yeah, I had to name him that because you never know......

Don't worry, it'll be worth the wait tomorrow. There's a twist...

I like cliffhangers. Makes you feel in control, like holding the remote to the TV!

@$yk

You see how's it's all coming together, right?

Time for new blood to flow.....

JayBear said...

Your writing is amazing. Reading this feels as though I am there. Thats when you know got a gift. & that indeed you do. Keep writing.

-JayBear-