Wrote this as the intro to a story exchange that didn't happen... thought I'd give the community a chance to have some fun with it. I apologize in advance for any grammar, spelling, or syntax errors. Enjoy!
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It’s Jamal Johnson and his crew of thugs… “Definitely a lower form of life” you think to yourself. You take note of their attire as they are walking ahead of you apparently headed in the same direction. Baggy clothes, jerseys, flat-billed caps, etc… You unconsciously “tisk” in disgust. Apparently you were a bit too loud. One of the group members hears you and whips around… the rest of them following suit. The one who heard you, Darrell, you think, walks up to you and gets right in your face.
“Ma homies… I think this little cracka’ thinks he’s betta then us! Why don’t we teach em’ a lesson an’ beat his ass?!”
The rest of the group begins to approach and you tense up, but before anyone can do anything Jamal, who you’d previously identified as the leader, speaks up.
“Listen ma botha’s… I got a better idea. How bout we introduce dis lil’ bitch to life on the other side. Make em’ gain sum preciation for brothas and homies!”
As he says this he whips out a super fat blunt and the rest of the crew begins to grin with satisfaction.
Darrell and one the other guys grabs you and forces you through the emptying parking lot into the back of an old Buick, shinny spinners glinting in the sun. Jamal gets in on the other side and Darrell and the other guy sit in the front. The rest stand around outside… presumably to keep watch.
At this point you are extremely scared and confused, unsure of their plans for you. You watch as Jamal lights the end of the huge blunt. He tells you to take a hit or else he’ll let Darrell have his way with you. You reluctantly take the blunt from his hand and bring it slowly to your mouth. Once you’ve placed it between your lips you inhale deeply out of fear of retribution from the gang. Your virgin lungs burn like fire. You cough and smoke spills from your mouth. Jamal and Darrell each grin like the Cheshire Cat and you worry there might be more to this “fattie” than meets the eye.
Darrell tells the driver, whom he calls Ty, to “start the fuck’in car an put on sum beats.”
Short for Tyrell you think to yourself. But wait, how do know that? You definitely hadn’t met this guy before today! You realize you even know last name, but as look around you are faced with the startled realization that you know all these guy names. You glance out the window at guy chatting, “ma bro Dion” you think to yourself. How did you know these things?! Unconsciously your head bops to the music… the raw and angry beats pumping straight into you.
Your thoughts are cut short as Jamal notices you bobbing your head, similes again, and tells you to take another hit.
With no choice and not nearly the same sense of dread, you oblige. This shit wasn’t as bad as people said. “Damn cops always making mak’in shit up.” you think to yourself.