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PRESENT DAY

"Now, that a muthafuckn&039; whip rite chur"

Jonsey looked over at the idiot as hunkered down next to him in the bus stop The pair of thee for three hours At least Although comments like that hadto make shit justifiable homicide

"You a white boy, you know that?" Jonsey pointed out

"Say whaaaaat?"

Okay,"Caucasian, dude As in you need fuckin&039; sunblock in the summer As in not like m&039;self - "

"Whatever, otta talk like you from the &039;hood? You act a fool, yo"

At this point, he just wanted to get the night over It was cold, it was snowing, and he had to wonder who he&039;d pissed off to get stuck with Vanilla Ice over here

Matter of fact, he was thinking about pulling out of this bullshit altogether He wasin Caldwell; he o months out of prison for thosehe was interested in was hanging with soh vocabulary

Oh, and then there was the Richie Rich neighborhood they were in For all he knew, there was an ordinance out here that you weren&039;t allowed on the streets after ten preed to this?

"Will You Please Look At That Fine Autouy up, Jonsey turned his head and leaned out of the shelter As blowing snow got into his eyes, he cursed Fucking upstate New York in the winter Cold enough to ice-cube your balls -

Wellhello, there

Across a shallow parking lot, sitting right in front of a sparkling-clean, no-graffiti&039;d, twenty-four-hour CVS, there was, in fact, a sweet-ass fucking whip The Hummer was totally blacked out, no chrome anywhere - not on the wheels, not around the s, not even on the grille And it was the big-body - and, going by all that triine in it

The ride was the kind of thing you&039;d see on the streets where he was from, the vehicle of a major dealer Except they were far fro to look like he had a dick

Vanilla- it "I&039; soon" Jonsey checked his watch, and did so "Five, maybe ten minutes"

"Come on - "

"Bye, asshole"

"You scared or so Paranormal Activity "Oh, scurrrrrry - "

Jonsey outted his gun and punched the ot no probleain Now back the fuck off and do y&039;self a favor Shut the fuck up"

As Jonsey uy&039;s eyes, he didn&039;t particularly care what the outcome was Shoot the bitch Don&039;t shoot him Whatever

"Okay, okay, okay" Mr Chatty backed away and left the bus stop

Thank Fuck

Jonesy put his gat away, crossed his ar to co idiot

He looked at his watch again Man, enough with this shit If a bus heading back into don got here first, he was just going to get on and fuck it all

Shifting the backpack he&039;d been told to get, he felt the hard contour of the jar inside The pack he understood If he was going to transport product from the sticks into the &039;hood, then yeah But the jar? What the hell you need that for?

Unless it was loose powder?

The fact that he&039;d been chosen by C-Rider, thecool Until he&039;d met White Boy - and then the idea he was special lost some juice The boss man&039;s instructions had been clear: Hook up with the dude at the Fourth Street stop Take the last bus out to the &039;burbs and wait Transfer to the rural line when service resumed near dawn Get off at the Warren County stop Hoof it one mile to a farm property

C-Rider would meet them and a bunch of other dudes out there for the business And after that? Jonsey would be part of a ne set to dominate the scene in Caldie

He liked that shit And full respect to C-Rider - that

But if the rest of theinefroot to his feet -

"No fuckin&039; way," he breathed

The blacked-out Huht in front of the bus stop, and as the ent down, White Boy was full-on insane-in-the-membrane behind the wheel - and not just because Cypress Hill was, in fact, blaring

"Get in! Come on! Get in!"

"What the fuck you do, yo?" Jonsey stuttered, even as he shot around behind the SUV and ju shit - bitch ass was not a total fool, not pulling off souy floored the accelerator, the engine roared, and the teeth of the tires grabbed onto the snowpack and shot them forward at fifty miles an hour

Jonsey held on to whatever he found as they went gunning through a red-light intersection and then rode up over the curb and across the parking lot of a Hannaford As they shot out on the far side, theoff because no one had put their seat belts on

Jonsey started grinning "Fuckin&039; yes,crazy ass snowflake!"

"I think that&039;s Justin Bieber"

Standing in front of a lineup of Lay&039;s potato chips, Qhuinn looked overhead to the speaker inset into the ceiling tiles "Yup I&039;ht, and I hate that I know that"

Next to hined, How do you know?

"The little shit is everywhere" To prove the point, heShort, Cocky, and Fifteen-Minutes-Are-Up "I swear, that kid is proof the Antichrist is co"

Maybe it&039;s already here

"Would explain Miley Cyrus"

Good point

As John went back to conteer food of choice, Qhuinn double-checked the store Four am and the CVS was fully stocked and couy up at the front counter, as reading a National Enquirer and eating a Snickers bar

No lessers No Band of Bastards

Nothing to shoot