The Weight Watchers

chapter 2: 1986 (Porky) not pork!

1986 was a good year for a street nigga. The golden ages. Me, I never been a hustler. I tried selling heroin, weed, coke. Now, you got this crack stuff taking over. You got teenagers in cars that cost more than they momma house. BMW's, Saab, Mercedes Benz, Porsches. Everybody covered in gold and diamonds. So, I take they shit. Let the suckas hustle for it. Me and my baby, Josephine, was like Bonnie and Clyde. Was. Now she be coolin'. Deciding she no longer wanted to live that lifestyle while I was in jail. 3 years for a robbery. Now I'm home. I buried my mother from lung cancer. My father killed himself a month later. Heroin overdose. They left me the house and the bills. All I had was a few guns and a reputation. Josephine was constantly talking about me getting a job. I tried. Now I'm on my way to the number house/gambling spot for all the local players, pimps and dealers. A youngbuck named Arty, around my age runs it. Once upon a time we was tight. Until he left me high and dry in jail for a robbery I did for him. Getting his shit back! No hard feelings. No love lost. It's the game. This is business. I got bills and this pretty Mac 10 on a shoestring around my neck under my windbreaker. It was a cold day in february, like all 28 of them.
"Come on, Porky." Jack the doorman pleaded. "You know I can't let you in here man. I'mma lose my job. I got kids, mouths to feed..."
Me and Jack go way back. Hence the precaution.
"Jack, I got bills too. I'm just trying to see if I get lucky. Look I ain't carrying." I lifted my jacket showing my waist as I spun around. "Cool? We cool? Listen, if you lose your job I got $5,000 for you."
"Ard, go ahead. Porky?"
"Yeah."
"Don't rob the place please. I'm sure you got a shotgun up your ass or something. You niggas that did time can hide anything?"
"You got jokes buster? This ass tighter than that shirt you got on. Get your big ass out the way. Tell Cindy I said wassup."
"Hell no!"
We both laughed as I squeezed by.
Once I made it past that steel door, I had another to get through. This house was like Fort Knox. I'm exaggerating. Closing the wood door with steel plated back, I locked it. Pulling the Mac out I knocked on the second door. Standing close to the slot in the door so when he opened it he couldn't see my whole face.
"Jack let me through." I said when the slot slid open.
The moment the door opened I shoved the gun in his face. Hitting his big ass with all I had was enough to knock him out cold. That got everyones attention. Dead silent, like I liked it.
"All eyes on me? Ok, that's good. That's real good. Now listen. All you hard workers are safe. The rest of you niggas make it easy on yourselves."
"Aye Porky, come on man. I ain't the one to be fuckin' wit. I ain't giving up..."
Before he could finish I shot his ass in the face. Never liked that bastard anyway. Got little girls selling they body, hooked on that shit. I may be a thief but I got a code.
"Who else ain't givin' shit up? Huh? I'm not fuckin' playin'!"
I spun, aiming at the banker. Each Person the gun went by ducked.
"Stop fuckin' movin'. I got plenty of bullets left. Can't hit you all but, don't be the next to fall like your man on the floor. I want all the cash you got back there. I want all the jewelry. I don't give a fuck if your rings say your name. I want it all in one minute."
"Porky, hold up..." the banker tried to talk.
"Talk while you get my money. You got 55 seconds left. You collect the jewelry." I told the black jack dealer. "45 seconds."
"You know this is Arty spot."
"What the fuck that mean? 30 seconds. Move it."
"You counting a little fast."
"Hurry up. Tell Arty if you need a refund. He got it."
After collecting the prized possessions I ran out and handed Jack a stack of money.
"Come on Porky, I can't take this."
"Tell the nigga I threatened your kids or something. Take this money I'm not telling you again. Take it or take a bullet to the leg. Either way you got a job still. If not come get me. And show him this he definitely believe the story."
Jack looked down at my hands a little too slow. I hit him with the same move I hit big man inside with. Walking away calmly with my two bags I cut through the first alley. 3-4 minutes later I was walking in the house.
"Baby! Josephine!" I yelled upstairs
"What you doing all that hooping and hollering for?"
"I got something to show you."
"I'm in the bathroom. Wait a minute."
Dumping all the money and jewlry on the bed I lit my last Newport. When she walked in I was sitting on the dresser smiling.
"Tell me I don't take care of my baby?"
"Where you get this from Porky?"
"I took it."
"No shit Sherlock. From who?"
"Don't worry about all that. Just count it." I waited while she counted.
"$57,400 and... hold up. $467."
"Plus the jewelry. We good baby. I can pay these bills. Buy you a nice car..."
"Porky?"
"Wassup baby. Talk to me. What you want a mink, fox, chinchilla. New shoes?"
"I'm Pregnant."
"Huh?" I froze thinking I misheard.
"I'm Pregnant, having a baby. Your baby."
"I'm 'bout to be a dad?"
"Yes."
I ran around the bed and picked her up.
"Put me down crazy!"
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you. Now put me down before you drop me."
"Ok, ok, ok, umm. I be right back."
"Where are you going?"
"To get a bottle of champagne. We gotta celebrate."
"We? I can't drink."
"Right. I know. But, I can."
"Don't leave."
"I'll be right back. Where my keys?"
"Can you please stay?"
"When I come back I'm staying all night long. I promise. You better be naked too. Once I give you this celebration dick you might end up with twins."
"Umm hmm. Just hurry up."
I rushed out the door hopping in my rusty old Chevelle headed to the liquor store a few blocks away. I got the most expensive bottle in there.
"Hey Porky, you still with Josephine." Sexy Gladys asked me as I exited the liqour store.
"Yeah, why?"
"Because you could of been mine."
"You couldn't deal with me full time."
"How about part time then. Take my number down."
"Tomorrow night meet me at the bar on the corner." I lied
"Ok."
Getting back in my car, closing the door I began to roll up the window after tossing out a newport butt, when I hear my name called. Spotting a familiar face I got a funny feeling. Ignoring my gut I waited.
"Josh, wassup homeboy." I asked as he approached.
"I ain't seen you since you got out."
"That mean you wasn't looking. I'm around like..."
I heard a loud boom. My passenger side window exploded. Reaching for my gun I was hit from the drivers side in the neck. They kept shooting. I dropped my gun trying to reach the ignition. Too late. I looked to the right and looked into the eyes of Arty.