Post by Seni Kalamafoni on Jun 12, 2008 0:42:59 GMT 1
Seni laid in his bed sleeping. The small studio apartment was funded by some of his family who lived in Portland, Or. They were all sucessful construction workers.
The place was plain, kitchen, a small tv, and his bed. Nothing else. A little food in the cabinets, and fridge. A pyrex pot sat on the stove, it had residue of what Seni had been cooking.
Dreams, Seni always had dreams of what had happened to him back in LA. Nightmares. The time he got stabbed up, shot, times seeing his friends laying in the gutter bleeding, bullet holes had torn up their chest and head. Shit was real, his mind made everything more vivid. That could explain why he had always smoked so much, he was always trying to shut his mind up. He hated thinking about shit.
[dream]
Another normal day on the block. The hot LA sun beat down on Seni and his man 'asea. The two young Crips had been on the corner since early morning. The vice had come through, but they didn't stop.
Money kept coming. Seni wasn't holding any work on his body, but two Glock 17's were stuck in his jeans. He was the 'watcher'. The one who would gun down anyone who tried to roll on his home boy. Seni was better with gun work than dealing.
"Yo homes, I need a drink, let's go to the corner store," 'asea spoke with a thick accent. He had come from the island not to long ago. The two walked down a few blocks and entered into the corner store. They each got a drink and stepped out of the store.
It all went in slow motion, the black and red hooptie rolled past them, Seni saw the 4 hispanic Nortanos sitting in the car. None of them had even hidden their color. Seni had thrown up the Crip sign with his left hand and reached from one of the pistols. The car flipped around, the passenger side now facing the two Tongans. Two hispanics hung out of the passengers side windows, a Mac-11 and a Tec 9 pointing at the two young Crips.
BRRRRAAATTTT! BRRRRAAAATTTTT! BRRAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT! The sound of gun fire was deafening. Seni could almost see the bullets flying at him. He hit the ground, his boy 'asea wasn't as lucky. The 9mm bullets stitched his friend up the stomache, chest, neck, and face. He was dead before he hit the ground. Seni popped back up, the Glock in his hand.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Seni worked the trigger until he heard the click. It was empty. The bullets hit the car, but he didn't hit anyone.
Seni turned back to his friend, blood on the pavement. Tears welled up in his eyes. The young Crip dropped the pistol and sat down on the concrete, rocking back and forth. Shaking his head. Crying about his lost friend....
Seni woke up in his bed, cold with sweat. He shook his head. Sitting up, he reached into the night stands draw that was next to him. He grabbed a rolled joint and sparked it.
Fuck them dreams.
The place was plain, kitchen, a small tv, and his bed. Nothing else. A little food in the cabinets, and fridge. A pyrex pot sat on the stove, it had residue of what Seni had been cooking.
Dreams, Seni always had dreams of what had happened to him back in LA. Nightmares. The time he got stabbed up, shot, times seeing his friends laying in the gutter bleeding, bullet holes had torn up their chest and head. Shit was real, his mind made everything more vivid. That could explain why he had always smoked so much, he was always trying to shut his mind up. He hated thinking about shit.
[dream]
Another normal day on the block. The hot LA sun beat down on Seni and his man 'asea. The two young Crips had been on the corner since early morning. The vice had come through, but they didn't stop.
Money kept coming. Seni wasn't holding any work on his body, but two Glock 17's were stuck in his jeans. He was the 'watcher'. The one who would gun down anyone who tried to roll on his home boy. Seni was better with gun work than dealing.
"Yo homes, I need a drink, let's go to the corner store," 'asea spoke with a thick accent. He had come from the island not to long ago. The two walked down a few blocks and entered into the corner store. They each got a drink and stepped out of the store.
It all went in slow motion, the black and red hooptie rolled past them, Seni saw the 4 hispanic Nortanos sitting in the car. None of them had even hidden their color. Seni had thrown up the Crip sign with his left hand and reached from one of the pistols. The car flipped around, the passenger side now facing the two Tongans. Two hispanics hung out of the passengers side windows, a Mac-11 and a Tec 9 pointing at the two young Crips.
BRRRRAAATTTT! BRRRRAAAATTTTT! BRRAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTT! The sound of gun fire was deafening. Seni could almost see the bullets flying at him. He hit the ground, his boy 'asea wasn't as lucky. The 9mm bullets stitched his friend up the stomache, chest, neck, and face. He was dead before he hit the ground. Seni popped back up, the Glock in his hand.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Seni worked the trigger until he heard the click. It was empty. The bullets hit the car, but he didn't hit anyone.
Seni turned back to his friend, blood on the pavement. Tears welled up in his eyes. The young Crip dropped the pistol and sat down on the concrete, rocking back and forth. Shaking his head. Crying about his lost friend....
Seni woke up in his bed, cold with sweat. He shook his head. Sitting up, he reached into the night stands draw that was next to him. He grabbed a rolled joint and sparked it.
Fuck them dreams.