The Dam Universe

Bloody Road

A long dusty stretch of road bellowed before me. It was a hot summer day, the desert screeched and called when cicadas sang. I was running that long stretch of road. I was running to get away from life and all its trouble. Hell was always behind and I would never look back.

I woke up in my bed, it was cool and I had an AC on high. I heard mama call me out to the living room. "Liam you gonna just stay in yo 'room forever, get cho' ass up and outta' here."

I leapt out of bed with a hollow stagger. I looked for a random pair of pants and a random shirt. I put my flag in my back pocket, put on my blue sweatshirt and walked out the door. My mama was swearing and shouting slurs at my back as she walked out the door. She usually did this, I got a reputation for trouble in her eyes. As I walked away and the shouting was slowly drowned out by the L.A traffic honking and reving along. The hot LA sun hit my back. It felt as though a giant fire was lit behind me and it just followed me all the way to school.

I got to school while sweating my ass off. I walked into the front lobby and I felt a cool arctic breeze brush my face. It felt amazing.

I walked to my friend, he wore all blue, like me. He was tall and skinny, he had a black afro and a pick coming out of the front of his hair. He always came to school, but never had a bag. He was 20 and still a sophomore, but you know he was still my friend. So I yelled, "Yo what up my nig'"

He responded with "Yo shut yo' ass up before I smack yo' dumb ass."

I ran closer to him wondering what was going on. I got a bit closer and saw he had a bag. It shook me. I never really saw him with a bag. It was just a drawstring bag, but it was still a bag. So I asked "Yo what's the bag for?"

He responded quickly, "Some shit after school. You in or are you gonna nark?"

I gave my response, " Yeah sure I'm in."

I suffered through the rest of school. I sat with my girl at lunch. I loved making everyone just uncomfortable. The smell of burnt food and B.O made the air foul. The school lunch was chicken and rice.

School ended and I waited for my friend by the entrance of the school. "Yo Dion!!" I yelled seeing him across the street. He turned his head to look at me and gave me the hand gesture to come with him. So I went to him, while he waited he lit a blunt and started smoking with my girl. I was a bit mad, but I wanted some too so I wasn't too mad.

I got on the other side of the street and took a puff and Dion asked, "You ready nigga?"

I quickly said, "Shit man, yeah."

So we walked off. Getting blazed off our ass, laughing at every little thing that Dion said. We got to his apartment. He opened the door and the smell of weed, cigarettes, and cat piss sank deep into my nose. I took of my shoes to feel a bit of crunch in an otherwise soft looking carpet. So I put my shoes back on and never took them off again. Dion sat on the couch and pulled out two glocks, four bottles of prescription pill, and a block of white powder. "Holy shit, nigga. Is you sellin' that shit or takin' it?" I yelled as he pulled most of it out.

"A bit of both bro." Dion said pulling out the guns.

"Nigga you gon' kill yo' self. O' worse get shot."

I said responding to what he said.

"I thought you said you was lil' nig? You pussying out so soon?"

"Fuck yeah, I ain't fittin' to get shot."

"Fine you can just walk yo' ass right out my door, fucking pussy ass bitch."