"I call this sh#t Revelation," excerpt from House of Bacchuss (chapter 1) excerpt (c) 2018, 2023
“‘You like dat shit
uh?” He asked the dealer’s monkey. Her role was more like a lab rat. "Monkey," was the
dealer’s pet name for her. She was a strung out teenage runaway, when he met her. He has her sample all the drugs he gets before
he buys. Her name is Felicia.
He kind of thought it was amusing. May not have been her real
name; like the crackhead on the
movie “Friday.”
“Baby come to.
Stick with us,” he ordered his woman. Her eyes were getting glazed over.
Took about thirty
seconds for her to come back.
There seemed to
always be a party at this house. In its former glory this house was pristine at all
times. The two story structure was once a dental office. It was big enough to have two families
live comfortably. That was over a decade ago. Now it was lopsided, had broken windows,
pieces of the front were missing exposing the sheet wood. There were always about thirty addicts there at all times. Lying on the floor, passing around pipes, getting into fights, and even having
sex.
‘I call this shit
‘Revelation,’ he said gleefully.
‘I never thought
you were the religious type,’ the dealer then put three stacks of cash
on the table and
took the baggy of crystal meth.
‘FREEZE!’
The policeman
screamed, after the front door was kicked in.
His voice was loud enough for all the fiends
to hear. Five came through the front door, three came in the back,
and four came in through the upstairs windows. He grabbed the dealers keys that were on
the table, ran to the kitchen. Broke through a window. Perfect luck, this was the only are
outside the house that wasn’t blocked in by police cars.
‘You don’t really
think you’re gonna’ get away do ya,” came out of the late 80’s model
Crown Victoria
Ford’s speakers. NWA’s “100 Miles and Runnin.” Ironic it was that the dealer got the Crown
Victoria at a police auction.
Three songs later,
“F#ck the Police F#ck, F#ck, F#ck the Police,’ played on the custom made car audio
speakers. He turned up the volume. Saw the highway patrol behind him through the rear
view. Took a quick right off of Interstate 10. He drove faster and faster.
He took so many
turns. Thought he had lost them.
‘Damn it!’ It was
too quick for him to avoid the tires going over a spiked row set up by the
police.
He continued
driving as the tireless wheels sparked on the road. He maneuvered himself
into a neighborhood
he knew. He left the car in someone’s front yard. Ran as fast as he could
in the back of the neighborhood. After about
twenty minutes, he found a clearing.
A pathway on a
bridge that had been closed. Five policemen were behind him. He came to the click link to buy book THANX edge of the bridge. He saw a waterfall. ‘End
of the line. Come with us,’ one of them ordered.
He looked over the edge. For a couple seconds
he thought about what would happen
to him in prison.
Then he jumped into the waterfall.
‘Should we go after
him?’
‘No. Nobody could
survive that. That’s one of the major entrances to the sewer system.
The coypu
will eat him.’”
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