Behind his apartment complex, towards the reservoir, where they found that dead black girl, Levell ran into rigid limbs and soft edges that cut red lines across his naked brown body. All he knew about these woods was that syringes littered the ground. White soap foams, like spiked plates sticking out of a dinosaur’s spine, slithered down his torso. Running shampoo gave him red eyes. He was taking a shower, getting ready to visit his mother when he heard banging …
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He pegged me a tourist taking flicks.“What’s it like?”It’s like crouching under the atmosphere to keep from scorching your head. Earth’s glowing curvature is a celestial levee, a barrier to the darkness. The stars are neon streets and heavenly islands of light. They are as real as phantom pain firing from a severed limb. You stand still, afraid of stepping on the people below. You’re always in the way. Sometimes all you see is the white of clouds. Up there is …
“But Florida dawgs, Orlando? I had that shit on lock for three years… three years. The only reason why I got touched was because of this white dude, Jamie. When you selling to white dudes, they ain’t grinding, they gonna shoot that shit. For two years dude was buying from me like clockwork, two or three g’s worth of heroin a week. When he got caught, all that nigga had to do was call me. I would have had his …
I just changed out of a tuxedo from working a banquet at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. Mayor Gavin Newsom was having a fundraiser. Ra’s ship was sinking into the pacific. On the hostel’s rooftop, the San Francisco sky looked like bleeding watercolors. Up came Black. “Damn, you summoned the blunt, my nigga,” he said, holding a long cigar full of the Bay’s medicinal heritage. We passed the blunt back and forth then he told me his story. …
“I need another blanket please,” Kyoko said. With blanket in hand Black nods at me like “here we go” and walks her upstairs behind her. Late night, after a blunt and a 40, I asked him about Kyoko. “Hell yeah I smashed that bitch. She’s only 19, nine years older than my daughter, but she said she wanted to have fun. Dawgs…dawgs,” he said, pacing in a circle and clapping his hands. “You know her friend that kept following her …
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