BROOKLYN GHOST STORIES: Bully Be Gone

There I was with my arms wrapped around this redbone Trinidadian shorty just vibing coming home from High School one day. We had made plans to spend some time together since ma dukes was off to her sleep in job for about four days. My older brothers one attending a State University and the other spends most of his time after work with his girlfriend. Only my twin would be around and I asked him earlier during the day at lunchtime to shop for some forty five records and take them over to the set and arrange them by bpm’s. I knew it would take him a long time to do and took the opportunity to plan a bedroom bully beatdown with shorty. As we arrived at my crib I could feel my teenage hormones raging inside, longing for some much needed release. Her’s were raging just the same or perhaps even more because when I offered to make us some sandwiches and Guinness and milk. She did want to eat and drink anything. She just wanted me to bust the baggy and get right down to business. For about three days I’ve been drinking roots tonic and ginseng which I purchased from Mr. chin at the Jamaican Bakery. I remember the first time I went into that bakery and saw a Chinese looking man, woman and young girl behind the counter I had to make a U turn; exiting the bakery to look at the bakery sign again. Sure nuff it said Chins Jamaican Bakery. I entered the bakery again and the man spoke ”wah gwan breddren come in like you lost or sum’n.” No, no Mr. Chin, I’m fine I wanted to make sure I came to the right place. ”Yeah man, you inna the right place, what can I do for you young man?” Stunned and shock and trying very hard to not show my awe and amazement of seeing the very first Chinese Jamaican speaking patois in Brooklyn in fact in my entire life. I bought some cow foot soup, hard dough bread, chicken patties, beef patties and a few pineapple & cherry tarts. Can’t forget the mannish water, I mean if want your penis to get hard and stiff before you smash a chick then this is a sure fire way to get it that way.  
   
Shorty was all on me kissing me passionately and telling me how much she missed spending intimate times with me. Baby I remembered the first time I hollered at you and you told me you had a man but had always liked me. You said your man was a soundman, and was always parading different women in front your face, dogging you out. Had all these skettel chicks approaching you wanting to fight over that nigger. What did I tell you? ”you said no worry yourself lets flex one ah way and when I get sick and tired of his bullshit & decide to leave him, you’ll be right here.” Well, where am I” ”right here.” As she was undressing me with feverish urgency the telephone rang. I refused to answer and the person hung up. But after a few second it rang again ‘riing riiing.’ Damn, hold on a minutes babes let me see who the bloodclaat is that interrupting we live blue movie seng teng. I got up off her buttery soft sweet smelling skin. I swear she smells like roti sometimes all I want to do is sink my teeth into her and feel the warm drip of curry and chana spilling on my silk shirt. I lifted the receiving end answering, Yo ah who this. ”It’s me, uncle Neil.” Targu’ what’s good nephew. ”I’m still at school. I was assaulted by some triad gang members today and I’m frightened.” What! Who the bumboclaat them pussyhole think them is. ”They have been harassing me for a short while now but today they took things a littler farther and started pushing me around.” Hold tight I’m on my way. Before I could get off the phone I heard him say that a friend was going to walk with him to the subway. Listen blood, when you get home call me. I’m about to call my crew and we are coming out there inna the marrar’s zeen! ”Okay I will call you when I reach home, bye! Bye. I was heated and shorty was standing there right next to me. As I opened my mouth to speak she held me for a few minutes. ”I know how you get when people mess with your family and friends, so do you want me to leave and come back another day.” Nah babes you fine, come erre sweet sexy punkie. Planting kissing, hugs and groping her fatness squeezing the shit out of a pair of lace thongs barely visible between her caramel cheeks. After three hours of getting some sweet Trini whine, which tends to drive me wild and make me get haunted and want to murdered her punany; we laid up for a few. I love when she is being my live blanket. Damn babes, you really know how to make love to me. ”Me, nah! Yes you. ”You is the one that know how to make love to me, can’t you see how you got me like a little puppy dog and you ain’t even my man, you stay on my mind…. schuupes! Laughing with each other while getting dress. I made us something to eat, took out my one hundred and twenty minutes slow jam cassette and flung in a King Jammy’s vs. Kilimanjaro sound clash tape with Ninjaman and Major Worries going head to head in my stereo and played a few Atari 7800 video games.    
   
I walked shorty home then headed over to see my nephew. I buzzed the door and asked him to come down stairs. We took a short walk to my peoples hangout spot and explained what was going down with him and the Chinese triad gang members at his technical high school. Man I was hot, how the fuck these cats who by what I was hearing were seniors; were picking on my nephew. Then I got even more angry when he said some of them dudes did not even go to the high school and were in their early twenties. Now my nephew was a short scrawny kid, who at times his knees would give way causing him to collapse unknowingly at times while walking. He is very intelligent and attended one of the best academic high school in the entire nation. He was only a sophomore and two years younger than I was. This kid studied his ass off to attend a school where he did not have to worry about bullies, gun violence or any other dangerous activities that were plaguing many high schools in New York City and the surrounding five boroughs.  
   
The next day came and we did not even attend classes at our high schools. Shorty called me early in the morning asking me to be careful. ”I want you, your nephew and your crew to come home unharmed. I would die should anything happen to you.” Nuh worry yuh self pretty babes, you know I can handle myself and my boys are proven soldiers. Excuse me there are no soldiers here I only par with generals. ”I know anyhow call me later if you feel like talking and need some company.” Sure ting babes. I know you really check for me, and I want you to know I check for you same way. Love you like cook food Zeen, bye. About sixteen of us rolled out in two Mercedes Benz 300E’s, two Toyota Cressida’s, two Acura Legend sedans, one coupe, a Bmw M3 and a Sterling Rover 800, everything tinted. We arrived at the school about an hour before school was supposed to let out. I was familiar with the area and devised a simply plan in which we would have the vantage point in case anything heavy went down. We circled the block which was in a bad spot because there was only one way in and out at the main entrance. The traffic flowed towards a T shape ending at a high wall housing a public park above it. We surrounded the school placing two vehicles flanking all sides of the main entrance, and the Bmw M3 a Block away in walking distance. I asked my nephew to sneak away to let Kattie & dickie in, where he could scope out the scene below from the rooftop and have the ultimate vantage point. I sent two more of my breddrens, Ance & Freddie into the park overlooking the street. Every man was well equipped, wearing them shotta screw face.  
   
The bell buzzed and the school day ended. A swarm of students flooded the streets. The front entrance was crowed but was quickly being disperse by security guards and a few police officers on patrol. About an hour went by and the street was almost clear except for a few scattering students. I walked down the block as four Mitsubishi Eclipses drove down the street and double parked in front of the school. The doors of the Eclipses open in synchronization and these Chinese cats exited dressed in all black. These must be the Triad’s I thought to myself. Two minutes went by and the front doors of the school open regurgitating five oriental students also dressed in all black except one, who was wearing a pair of white Lacoste boots. Within seconds my nephew existed and I proceeded to walk towards the entrance where they were standing. I spoke loudly, no patois, in plain English. What’s good nephew. ”Not much Unc.” I placed my hand on my nephew’s shoulder and walked him around standing in front of these cats who looked like ordinary teens. I didn’t think they looked like herbs, suckers or punk ass bitches because I learned a long time about by viewing that looks does not define bravery in a person’s heart. ”Are these the cats that’s fucking with you and your education. ”Yeah that’s them.” Suddenly I heard a whistle from the wild Apache, then out of the corner of my right eye I saw the dudes from the Eclipse walking towards us with narrow rectangle objects barely visible in their hands. I don’t think they even noticed the sound of the whistle. I lowered my billy club from inside my gold windbreaker waiting for one of them cats to say something stupid. I pushed my nephew towards the street opposite the park towards my homeys. I figured the cat with the white boots was the leader, his parents probably have money and he thought by joining a gang with street credibility he would seem tough. Thinking, I decided to show my hand because I knew these cats were all he had out here. I asked my nephew to come back. I wanted him to face these bullies with a force that was far greater than theirs. See bullies only understand force. They use force and intimidation on those weaker than them to put fear in their victims hearts. I wanted to use this moment as a show of force. To put the shoes of the bullied on their feet. And to have my nephew look these cowards in their eyes standing tall knowing that what he has backing him cannot be fucked with on any level unless you bring the entire Armed forces with you. Young Gorgon Slap the hell out of the one that shoved you around yesterday, and don’t hesitate or act scared about it either. I was proud as he approached the cat with the white boots and laid a bitch slap on his ass. In all honesty the slap sounded louder that it probably felt. I was expecting fist to start flying after that but as I turned around I saw scullman and my crew in full view with arms brandishing like a bunch of marauders. Looking like a dude who was ready to start an all out war, I screamed “straight up, Donavon’s if I ever hear about any of you fucking with my family again I will murder you pussyholes, understand.” By the time I was finish they were all apologizing to my kin. No blood was spilled today and my nephew never had any problems, ever, for the two years 
he had left in attendance. He walked the halls as an untouchable and became very popular, especially with the ladies graduating with honors at the end of his high school career.    
   
One of my favorite quotes of bullying by one of my mentors. “You should be nicer to him,’ a schoolmate had once said to me of some awfully ill favored boy. ‘He has no friends.’ This, I realized with a pang of pity that I can still remember, was only true as long as everybody agreed to it.”  Christopher Hitchens, Hitch-22: A Memoir  
   
After the whole ordeal shorty came through and spent the night. ”I seriously need a man like you. You’ve never disrespected me. I’ve never seen you with no other woman and I know you have other girls. You always seem to know what I need and when I need it without having to ask. All the chick at school are jealously but they never say nothing to me. If I wasn’t in high school I would have your kid, I fucking swear it.” That’s cause you bonafide babes, number one pon the look good chart with the tight juicy needle eye gumption. And we are good together, good for each other and have tons of fun. Whenever anyone of them girls in school cut their eyes at you just shout out in the air ”No pussy test.” If I ever catch your ex in a sound clash I will murder his drum pan sound and fling it in the ocean where it belong. ”haha omg that’s too funny, you so stupid hahahahaaa.”  
   
The End