Chapter 2
This beginning. Remember pee and poop in my bed. Dugan call on phone. Wake up from dreaming about my mother and her blue eye. Head hurting. I tell Dugan I hang around UN building. Follow delegate. UN delegate. From Zaire.
On telephone Dugan say, "Yeah we've known about him in some capacity for a while now." I say, "I make him talk?"
Dugan say, "What?"
Cant always talk right. Lip bad. Mouth bad. Not stupid. Not stupid.
He say, "Sorry buddy but I wouldn't recommend that." I say, "What?"
"You shouldn't do that."
"Why?"
Long silent. I say, "Hello?"
"Because...it has to be sanctioned. It has to be allowed."
"Who allow it?" Short silent. "Hello?"
"Uh...director Greer. Director Greer. Yeah."
I say, "You ask for me?" He put me on short wait. Come back 10 second later say, "Thats a no go."
"But why?"
"He just said no, okay?"
Don't say anything.
He say, "Just be patient, okay?"
"Mhm."
"You understand right?"
"Mhm."
"It'll happen."
"Mhm."
In UN building next night. Deep inside. Short fat lady backing her flabby buttock out of tall door. She see me she get scared like everybody do. She say, "You're not welcome here." She run, her fat shake. Two guard come. Guard with gun. I hit one. Hit him far like baseball. Two more. I hurt them. Pain them bad. I keep looking. Squeeze my glove. They fart sound. More guard, guarding big door. I throw my rock. One guard face bleed. Other hand brake. He drop his Uzi. Break they face with my foot.
I open door. Big room with thirty people sitting at table, they back turn, don't see me. They all wearing suit and tie. My blood hot. My penis hard. Ball juice wet in my pant. Heart banging. Breathing wet like a snake. No one see me. Someone talking in another language. Don't know. I grab man under his arm. His head shiny. Look like a dick with hair on the side. He look up at me like confuse baby. I throw him, his foot knock out squint eye man. Now they all see me. The maniac. They run. They suit flapping. They belly jumping. I see the delegate for Zaire. He at other end of room. He so black he purple. I don't hear the people screaming. I don't feel the punch from the guard. I don't feel the bullet go through my chest. I only see my target. I chase him around and around the room. He like a rabbit. He use table, use people protecting him. He coward. I breathing hard. My head get light. The blood coming out my chest. I grab a brown man. Head lock him.
I yell, "Stop! I kill him! Stop running!" Never kill anyone. People stop. Looking at me. They eye big. Breath hard. Sweating pound.
I point. "Give me!" The target know I mean him. He pull away from people protecting him. Shaking bad. Come more close. My eye stay on him.
His voice whine and shake he say, "What did I do? I don't know what I did. Please tell me what I did."
I say, "That African kill my momma, kill my daddy."
