Chapter 27

“We’ve got a few problems,” K.C. announced to Spin who was playing Madden 2k3 with D-loc in his game room.

Rod was getting a drink at the bar.

“Oh shit, did you see that?” Spin yelled.

“I bet you can’t do that shit again,” D-loc yelled back.

“Bet…now what’s going on? In yo’ face cuz; check that shit out,” Spin yelled.

“Pam’s been coming up short and that nigga B-Dub been losing money. They say his ass been giving shit away fo’ brain.”

Spin scored another touchdown and then paused the game. “Let’s go,” Spin sighed getting up.

The four got into Spin’s new Lexus bubble. K.C. drove while Spin played with the dials in the backseat. The sound system began blasting Dr. Dre’s Chronic album. Spin joked and smiled with D-loc who was in the back seat with him rapping the lyrics.

Three songs later, they were driving through a torn down residential area in East Oakland. The Lexus stopped in front of a boarded up run down house. It was a crack den where crack heads hid out and stayed to shoot up.

Spin and his entourage got out and walked up the driveway.

“What a dump,” he said walking to the door. “I don’t think they gonna meet inspection…Rod, K.C. I got five gallons in the trunk. Wet up them windows and doors,” Spin instructed pulling out his glock.

D-loc followed him inside the damp, dark, musty hell hole. Drug addicts in all forms and stages of their addiction were littered around high as hell.

Spin walked by them all unnoticed like the Angel of Death. Walking through the place, he found a room in the back.

B-Dub was a white boy who thought and would swear in front of God that he was black since he was raised around nothing but black people, in East Oakland of all places. He was skinny with a fade.

Spin found him in the back room naked, fucking an old dirty woman. There was no doubt in Spin’s mind she was a crack head.

Spin smiled as he walked up behind B-Dub without making a sound and looked down over his shoulder at the discolored face and broken skin. “Awe dawg, you could do so much better,” Spin said.

B-Dub turned around fast not losing a stroke. Spin hit him in the face with the butt of his gun. He landed hard on top of the crack head.

“Damn, cuz, you got her high first?” Spin said as B-Dub rolled off her looking up at Spin with a mouth full of blood, eyes wide.

“What a fucking gentlemen,” D-loc said from behind Spin.

The woman did not move.

“You don’t look too happy to see me,” Spin said to B-Dub. Shrugging, Spin sat on the bed, “I heard you given my shit away for sexual favors.”

B-Dub did not answer. He just sat silently staring at Spin scared shitless.

“Once, okay it’s understandable, but once I find out about it, it’s one too many,” Spin said pointing the gun at B-Dub who hid behind his hands. B-Dub was on the floor cowering against the wall still naked. Spin stood up, “Stand up B-Dub.”

“Spin, I, I, I…” he stuttered climbing to his feet.

“It’s okay, shhh,” Spin said smiling as B-Dub stood covering himself. “Don’t be shy nigga, we all got the same thing up in here…and shit nigga yo’ skin might not be black but from the waist down..." Spin laughed, and D-loc joined. B-Dub gave a nervous laugh.

Spin stopped laughing abruptly. Looking down at B-Dubs leg his face showed concern. “B-Dub you should have your knee looked at, you’re losing a lot of blood,” Spin said sounding concerned.

“Huh?” B-Dub asked looking down.

“Loc, don’t you see that?” Spin asked over his shoulder.

“I’m surprised he can still stand up,” D-loc said with a smile.

“He can’t,” Spin said shooting B-Dub in his knee.

B-Dub screamed and fell on the ground. D-loc laughed.

“I think you oughta get outta here B-Dub,” Spin said walking away without the hint of a smile on his face. “The whole place is on fire.”

B-Dub was screaming and holding his knee trying to stop the pain and blood from pouring out.

“I’d listen to his predictions,” D-loc said following Spin out.

K.C. threw his cigarette at the front door when Spin and D-loc walked out.

They got back into the Lexus as the house went up.

“Call the police and tell them about the fire when we get on the way-way,” Spin said from the backseat.

B-Dub was one of many examples and Spin believed examples needed to be kept alive.