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Rapping With Miss T And Satan 8.13.97
The police just got though questioning Charles, owner of Expressive Hair Works, next to Jack's convenience store. They were showing him what looked like a wanted poster but Charles's body language stated he had never in his life seen said person. Yolanda came from out the front of her house and around to our side. M and I started jumping up and down and yelling--"flush the shit, flush the shit, and hide the guns." Her boy-man, James, sauntering across the street with cell-phone pressed to his ear.
G and KK's mom, Nanette, got out of jail this week. I guess she'll be staying at Mama D's for the short term, after that, who knows? It looks like she gained quite a bit of weight.
Sunday, there was a record release party for a couple of local rap groups over in the 2400 block of St. Philip, across from Rodgers Elementary School. Some of the neighborhood kids were there until the shooting and hand to hand combat started. Fermin ran home to Mama E's house on Orleans where E and M were sucking down brewski's. "Where's
(cousin from Slidell) Joe," E wanted to know. "I don't know mom. I just ran when the shooting started," Fermin told her. M went around the corner with Julia who found Joe up on Dumaine. First hand accounts vary as to whether or not there was actually gunfire. Probably just a bunch of seriously bad brothers scaring up the place.
M and a bunch of kids on the front porch and Jacque says, "Miss M?"
"What Jacque?"
"Mr. Jim, He think he black."
"What makes you say that?" M asks and Jacque proceeds to tell her the Alligator Boy story, which M has already heard from me.
"And he told me to get a white child," Jacque explains.
"Jacque, that was Jim making a joke (to himself obviously), and he's just trying to say he doesn't care much about color so he changes things around to make a funny picture.
"Ohhh, I see," Jacques says, real skeptical like.
JD's helper, Mark, is a semi-reformed Neo Nazi, tattooed, recorded punk rock playing, Satanist, who has taken to doing little favors for me at the workplace. After each one, he smiles, and says, "You've got Satan in your corner now pal."
I've made him hip to the Pat Boone classic, Cross and the Switchblade, so I respond--"God loves you Nicky."