SIXTY-NINE

It was early morning. Three am to be exact. Darkness shrouded the city except for the usual streetlights and all night candy stores. Geo guided the Escalade through the city and headed uptown. Coco was in the rear while Josephine was up front, hands all over his erect package. Geo swerved to avoid Rightchus and his fellow crackheads wandering the streets. “Oh shit, you scared me,” Josephine said.

“You know ain’t nobody but them damn crack fiends out here at this time. Cops and fiends,” Geo said as he steadied the vehicle.

“That’s da nigga, Rightchus, and his disciples, yo. That nigga is crack itself.”

“Coco, you’re around here somewhere, right?” Geo asked slowing the ride down.

“Yeah, just a couple more blocks up then left, yo,” Coco said as she kept her eyes on Rightchus and his friends. She watched as they went to the corner store. “They gonna re-up on beers and whatever,” Coco continued watching Rightchus.

“Why they all following Rightchus?” Josephine asked.

“Cuz he got the rocks,” Coco said still looking at the small throng.

Coco watched as Rightchus yelled to his gang of about ten loyal crack followers. They hoofed it in a zombie-like state, following the leader to the grocery store. It was easy to figure that Rightchus had the supply for the night since the others followed him the way rats followed the pied piper through the dark.

Rightchus stood outside the all night corner store. He waited while the other fiends bought cigarettes, beer, and an assortment of candies. A police siren sounded and about ten people scattered like roaches under the siege of bright lights. “Hey, Rightchus, don’t run. We wanna talk to you.” It was the hip hop cops. Coco watched as Rightchus got in the car and the Caprice took off.

“Good looking out, Geo. Drive safely. And, slut, call me later.”

“Get in safe, bitch,” Josephine said. “Call you later.”

The moment Coco waved was the signal for Josephine and Geo’s lips to become locked again. They stayed that way touching as the vehicle sped down the block.