Some Things Never Change

Hookah was the latest fad making its way into events and parties. Crazy T had all the links where the drugs were concerned but Sizzla was the mastermind, he made things happen. He recruited his cousin Crazy T and convinced him of a master plan that he and his best friend Wayne had concocted. Wayne had suggested that they be the first to keep a series of Hookah parties in their neighborhood and Sizzla loved the idea. Sizzla was an opportunist and wasn’t about to allow such a lucrative trade to slip past his fingers. Under the guise of the hookah party he would get down to the real business of selling party drugs, nothing too serious just a little mix of cannabis here, some magic mushrooms there and some ecstasy, liquid or pill form, your choice.

The Dutty Bloodz were all bonafide hustlers making money. With the help of a few other neighborhood boys they had went to high school with, the Dutty Bloodz was formed. Now that the players were on the chessboard, the business had finally started to get underway. Wayne was the face of the organization he heavily promoted “Hookah Daze” which was held every Saturday night.

The Dutty Bloodz was a loud and boisterous set. They weren’t welcome in any of the finer establishments as their reputation preceded them. That’s where Wayne came in. As the face of the business, people were generally accustomed to seeing Wayne conducting meetings with the different managers of spots where they held their parties. They dealt with him because of his clean cut look, his politeness and how he carried himself. He wore well-tailored clothes no sagging pants with the butt crack that showed.

Even though he never made it past high school due to lack of finances. He loved to read and in his spare time which was rare. He would read the classics that he had downloaded onto his kindle. He was intelligent and could hold his own in a debate so he made sure his crew never got taken advantage of. Money was a necessity and it felt like he never had enough. Wayne read through all the contracts before he signed and crossed the t’s and dotted all the i’s, nothing got pass him.

It seemed like while he and Cherry were getting hot and heavy on the inside, things had gotten heated on the outside.

“Wayne damn it man, where were you guys? I been looking all over the place for you.”

“Calm down Fat Boy, what did I miss?”

“It’s retaliation for the Bainbridge Boys not wanting to pay for the goods earlier. Sizzla done messed with the leader’s girl from Bainbridge. He knows that side ain’t friendly but he ain’t never listen when nobody talks. Now her man is here and they gonna throw down outside.”

“Sh*t. Is Crazy T with him?”

“Yeah man.”

“Cherry go sit by the bar until we get back.”

“Ok hun. Be safe guys.”

“Where they at Fat Boy?”

“Follow me.”

They pushed and shoved their way through the crowd until they made it out to the back parking lot. Already a crowd had gathered to watch the fight. Inside the club was neutral territory, no weapons allowed but outside was fair game. Sizzla’s loud mouth could be heard above the uproar of the crowd.

“You think you can just come into my territory and start sh*t.”

“That’s my girl pu*sy face bwoy, you had your tongue down her fu*king throat when I caught you both red handed, you gonna pay for that asshole.”

“Let me go!” the young girl screamed. She looked barely eighteen and those grown ass men were fighting over her like a dog with a bone.

“Shut yo damn mouth and get in the car.” His homeboys dragged her ass to the car and tossed her in like a sack of potatoes. Treated her like she weighed nothing, not caring if she got hurt as a result of their abuse. Her sobs could be heard as she dreaded whatever fate awaited her for disrespecting her man in public. Crazy T approached the Bainbridge Leader wielding a sharp butcher knife. How he got that into the club was beyond Wayne.

“Ni**a cage that animal.” He indicated to Sizzla, he was getting ready to fight. “This is between me and you unless you is a real pu*sy.”

“Wah do this batty bwoy, I gwey chop up you blood klaat, fi romp with this family.” Crazy T’s eyes blazed fiery red from the grabba he smoked earlier. It was a potent mixture of high grade weed and tobacco.

 “Ni**a this ain’t your fight stay the fu*k out of it.” He pointed to Crazy T.

“Bullsh*t! I ain’t no coward.” Sizzla approached him ready to fight.

Sizzla looked his opponent in the face and wanted to murder him for trying hard to embarrass him in public. His reputation was on the line, Bainbridge couldn’t be allowed to joke around with their money. He had to put him in his place which was beneath him and this was a good way for the Dutty Bloodz to get their street credibility increased. So that everyone would know that the Dutty Bloodz were seasoned and not to be messed with.