Gangster Love

CHAPTER FOUR

So i continued driving to my destination, took the left in. Inglewood Hampshire "the massacre ghetto", people were still out in the streets as if daylight out there. I went right up to my gran gran's house, she was asleep, lights were out, and the curtains were drawn. I got out of the car, it was the hotel's rentals, nothing fancy, thems Ford Fiestas. All the hotel's rentals were Ford Fiestas, okay. I was spotted, started getting some greetings, and salutes, i waved and i called out my own greetings and salutes. George Montana, the ghetto rat that kept to his own, he crossed over from across the street, to come greet me up close. 'Hey big boss. The car isn't something we around here expect men of your calibre to be driving. What gives?', see that? Nosey broke fuck with no life, a rat. 'Hotel rental George, i am still rich, i haven't fallen', kept my words like that.

'Ahh... boss man, anyways how are the kids and the wife?', why i was even standing there entertaining George? I don't get it too. 'Here is a hundred dollar bill, do something for your momz(he quickly accepted it). Tell me? Where can i find the boys?',-, 'There is a party at Melvin Wilkins' house, he is a hip old guy with lotto money, of which affords him to throw his every Saturday night till Sunday afternoon parties', as always he blurt out evens the datails with no relevance. 'Get into the car and get me there. Is that alright with you?',-, 'Okay... yeah... ehhh, you won't start with your grandmother before we...',-, 'No, i will come back at a better time, old folks take their sleep pretty seriously, ya know', i hopped into the car, George came with, directed me to the house. Ghetto style of living it up, a three story mansionary with palm trees in the wrong fucken climate. The residence was low fenced like most homes next to it, of which most just did not even have a fence.

Inglewood Hampshire is dangerous at times, however house break ins and violent crimes aren't too common. Ghetto? Yes. However Inglewood Hampshire keeps it mellow and bigger that the ghetto. Wez nicknamed the "massacre ghetto" jus_ because of a gang snuff out that the boys once had to do during my time. There was a couple of boys who came up, and wanted to start a virus gang, them violent, senseless street gangs. That shit was to corrupt Inglewood Hampshire. The Inglewood Hampshire Boys, the only runners on Inglewood Hampshire streets; then at the time, i was the architect of the attack plans of them boys. Wez devised the snuff out, and forty plus slut eaters were massacred at their hangout.

So... all i'm saying low fences and otherwise none at all, is justified in Inglewood Hampshire. I got out of the car, the party wasn't what one might first think. It was mellow, and not loud at all, it all was well contained inside that house. At the gate wez were asked to sign in our names, and take wrist-bands, that was the only fuss, there wasn't things like invitation cards or whatever. Inside, the song that i arrived on play, was my all time jam. It was Biggy Smalz's "Hypnotize". Fuck i was in the nineties again, i was in my early twenties once more.

There was alcohol everywhere, and there was drunk, and mild drunk, as well as not drunk at all people spread all over. Others were in small clique like situations, and others in should be a father by now, bird spotter positions; bloke spotting dead dick vultures too were in position, it was positions, positions, positions.... POsitions. The ages were appropriate, the party master was a true community man. It was more of a grown up get together than it had been formerly insinuated by George Montana. 'Is that really Dan Bojack i see?!', L.T Dough, my brother from another gran gran, that bastard wasn't sure if i wasn't a hallucination, hims needed the whole fucken room to confirm me. The party was drawn to me now, my whole long timers came up, i was greeted with hella fella respect by each and every single one of thems.

Of course the boys caught it, i was in something sticky. Everybody could hear i was lacking my good old spunk in what i say. L.T Dough pulled me outside, he knew i never was to be rude enough to get right into, 'I really need your help ASAP',-, 'Why did i have to ask you though bro?(teary eyes and some toung stiffness, i was beyond touched by that reply, that mans was God sent into my life, i don't wanna lie) What do you need, my man? Tell me',-, 'I got off a phone call with Millie, some long minutes gone now. Then i was back at that big shark gathering up at the Rhu Pearl Hotel. She gave signal, that theyz being held in. I don't know what or who's for this, so i kept it from Adam's ears, gots to deal with it on my own, no organization's help. The organization is going through a lot for it to turn up for something potentially just a house break in',-, 'The girls and Millie are under threat, you say?!', he asked with this inexplicable brooding up on his face. I never saw a man kick a strong high that fast, the bastard was war ready.