Black Frost                                                                         pg.26

  One hour before the flight to  Brazil, i couldn’t wait to get away for awhile. Fox was taking to fucking long and i hadn’t heard from Duke all day. What the hell was taking them so long? All my things was pack by the loft door, it was time to go i told myself. Off to paradise at least the tourist sites i was going to go see.

  My brother June Bug use to tell me about the slums of Brazil. The cruel streets of Favela a small town of Rio de janeiro. Bug went there on vacation once and got robbed for his identification caught in a drug raid and sent to prison. After about six months of hell going through the Brazilian legal system he was released from jail and stayed  in Favela for about a year with a chick he met. Favela was how my brother June Bug blew in the coke game back in the eighties. During his year stay in  Brazil Bug got put on by one of  Favela’s best drug dealers at the time. Bug came back to the states with seventy- five grand and two kilos of cocaine. The shoot out stories June Bug had was like scenes out of a scar face movie.

  I guess anywhere you go it’s a ghetto if not a couple blocks near, right in front of you. Christ the Redeemer stood 130 feet over the city of Rio de janeiro and yet the  mourns of poverty, starvation, black on black crime still exist. What a cold and small world we live in i thought taking a drag of the half of well rolled dutch master  from the night before. Shit all i was tryna do is have fun get some paper, get a bitch or two and invest in some real estate. Hopefully set a whore house up over there, international pimping ya dig.  

  Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring! My cell phone snapped me out of my deep thoughts. ” About time,” i uttered out answering the phone. Putting the dutch out directly on the two thousand dollar marble coffee table, i yelled in the phone,” bitch you out ya fucking mind hurry ya funky ass.”

 With a shook tone of voice Fox said,”daddy these mother fucking pigs locked me up tryna get me to give names. Hurry up they talking bout sending me to the county jail,” Fox cried out to the top of her lungs, damn.The bullshit is inevitable, i was  pimping 24-7 seven days a week on a bitch and her momma and out of all times now a ole rag wearing flea biting bitch want to get knocked. Biting down on my lip i said calmly in the phone,” bitch you shut the fuck up and wait til i get down there, you understand? Shut ya mother fucking mouth.” In the middle off her saying OK i banged the phone and finished smoking the dutch then made my way to the caddy parked in the enormous indoor residential garage parking lot, madder than the kkk at a live recording of “Good Times”!