“Tony, what’s the deal man?”
“Nigga you know what this is all about!”
“Nah I don’t”
“Greg don’t act fucking dumb with me!”
“I’m not acting. I just want to know why you’re pointing a fucking gun at me!”
“Figure it out nigga.”
Why did this nigga then just open fire on me? I can’t believe this bitch ass nigga, Tony; just shot at me with the same gun I gave this
fucking faggot when he had beef with these dudes that use to try to get at him. This nigga is my boy and my own goddamn roommate,
not just some stranger! This nigga is trippin’!
This mother fucker let off an entire clip and still missed each and every shot. Bullets were flying everywhere. They were hitting the floor and
the walls around me. The dumb nigga must have had his eyes closed the whole while to shoot that badly. The only other excuse would be
that he has glaucoma because there is no reason he should have missed me as close as we were standing to each other. I’m starting to
think he was just trying to scare the shit out of me 'cause surely his aim is better than that. One thing is for sure, he damn sure scared the
shit out of me! My heart is still pumping so hard it feels like my chest is going to split wide open.
Damn, I just can’t believe this shit! We’ve been homeboys since we were in public school together, way back in the days. I would never
have imagined in a million years that my boy would pull this shit on me, especially as close as we have become over the years. The fact that
he pulled this damn stunt is really mentally fucking me up.
Both of us are scheduled to graduate from college next week. We’re about to enter into the real world with our degrees and will either
become successful or just fail at everything we do. For Christ sakes, his family will be going over to my families’ house for dinner this weekend.
I can remember when we were getting ready to graduate from high school. We searched for colleges together because we were both
going to the same college. We had agreed that we would choose a school that had plenty of girls. Our search did not even address the
studies offered at the colleges because our focus was not on education and classes. After some time had passed, we decided to focus our
college search more on the studies and degrees offered at the colleges rather than just the women. I had decided to major in Physical
Therapy. My career goal was to work with athletes because there is a lot of money in that profession. Tony’s major was Sports Management
so that he could manage athletes; which also generates lots of money. Our plan would then be to work together because Tony’s athletes
would be sent to me to rehab them when they sustained injuries. I would give them the best rehab as quickly as possible which would
ensure that both of us would remain rich. We had a great time in college. Time has actually gone by so fast I don't even know where it all
really went. It all seemed like yesterday to me.
Tony and I did everything together. We played ball together, we chased girls together, shit we even fucked the same chicks; not at the
same time though. When he had finished with his chicks then I would fuck them. When I was finished with my chicks, he in turn would fuck
mine. We had this game we would play just to get the pussy. First, we would find out if we were just trying just to hit the pussy or if there
was something more serious we wanted out of the girl. If we had decided that we just wanted to hit it, then Tony would become close
friends with my shortie. He would act like their trusted confidante.
He gained their trust easily because he was the one person they could go to for advice about me. The same thing would occur for his
shorties too. I would become their best friend and confidante in their times of need. When we grew tired of them, we would create a big
argument, knowing that our girls would call whichever one of us was acting as the confidante and ask, “What’s up with your boy?”
Of course, the confidante would play dumb and ask, “What do you mean?” Now, the confidante knew they had just got into it with the
other one, causing them to run straight to the confidante to tell it. The confidante would be ready with a shoulder for them to cry on.
Once the shortie was in the confidante’s crib and was spilling her guts about the incident, then he would move in for the kill.
That’s just one of the fond memories that I have of me and Tony growing up. Another memory I have is how Tony and I first met. I
remember that as if it happened just last week. We met in the late eighties. Dudes where rockin' high-top fades, Gumby's, and other stair-
step hair styles. In southern Cali, there were plenty of places to go shopping.
I have absolutely NO clue where Tony went shopping at. I really think his mom made his clothes. That would have been fine; however, she
needed to check the “in styles” in some up-to-date magazines to get the latest fashions. She had his shit so weak back then.
His mom also had no clue about California gangs then either because she was sending Tony out in Blood colors one day and Crip colors the
next. It had gotten so bad that the niggas that were bangin’ didn’t even question which sect he was reppin’. They already knew that he
didn’t have a clue.
One day, at the beginning of the school year, I was playing basketball with the fellas that lived around my way. We were playing a game of
three on three but my team only had two players so we were short one man. I looked around to find us another player and saw Tony sitting
on the bleachers. He had just been sitting there in the gym watching everyone get some court time. I had seen him around a few times but
had never said anything to him. I didn’t know anything about this guy if he could play ball or not but we need another player.
So, I asked him if he wanted to play ball and he answered, “Yeah.” I threw the ball to him. He caught the ball, got up off the bleachers,
took his t-shirt off to reveal a wife-beater. He came down to the gym floor and asked, “Who ball it is?” not “Who’s ball is it?” I knew the
other fellas were going to clown me about that country shit he had just said. Sure enough niggas started laughing. I didn't want to be
clowned, especially by my own boys, so I said “the ball is in our court”, hoping he would do more ball playing than talking.
Once the game was over, hanging out with this country ass dude was totally out of the question. I walked up to him and said, “Good
game”. He told me his name was Tony. I shrugged like so what, walked off and never really spoke to him again afterwards. We would
occasionally see each other in passing and I would try as hard as possible to avoid any type of eye contact with him. I would be with my boys
who would clown me saying, “There’s your boy, Catfish”. That shit was funny to them. They would fall out laughing. Little did I know that
Tony and my paths would meet again in the future, and that meeting would start our newfound relationship as being best friends ultimately
leading to a bond as tight as brothers.
You could tell Tony was from the South. Each time he would open his mouth in class, everyone would joke about his accent and the words
he used. They would call him all types of names like: catfish, corn bread, chicken, country and a whole lot more. He really had no friends. I
felt kind a bad for him. Not bad enough to be his friend, at that time though.
Once he and I started hanging out together, I told him he had to change the way he was dressing. He took my advice and what he would
do is after leaving his house each morning dressed one way, he would come to my house to change clothes. I would carry him up to my
room and go through my closet pulling out some of my hot outfits for him to wear. Then I had to show him how to rock my shit the right
way. I didn’t mind sharing my clothes with him, because my parents always took care of me and had my gear decked out with all of the
current trends. My parents knew that I was letting Tony wear my clothes and they didn’t mind either. I would try not to rock anything I let
him rock before, so no one would know he was wearing my stuff and if they did realize I had on something he had on before, I would play it
off as if I was wearing his stuff and I was barrowing it from him. Back then no one could have told me that our bond would have ever been
broken.
So now you should understand why I just can’t get over the fact that he just tried to take my life, and all over a fucking girl. We both met
the girl at the same time when we went to a party together. This broad did something no other chick was able to do over the years, and
that was come between the friendship I had with Tony. This isn’t the first time that our friendship has been tested by our dealings with
some chicken head bitches. It is; however, the first time that our friendship didn’t withstand the test.
Nikki is the name of this chicken head. He wanted her ass bad when he first saw her at this party. She was pretty and all, but not pretty
enough to take a brother's life over, shit I can’t think of any chick that’s worth killing another man over not even Halle Berry fine ass,
knowing you will get a twenty five to life bid. Nikki’s sexy ass was about five foot nine, chocolate brown, weighing in at about one hundred
and sixty nine pounds. She was a “brick house”, solid as a fucking rock. You could tell she worked out. As a matter of fact, she has a body
like the tennis player, Venus Williams. So, now when I say she was “right”, you know she was “right”!
We had decided that we would play the “shy brother” routine. Tony would be the shy brother. I know it seems old school now, but back
then, it was the shit for niggas to pull girls with. She actually fell for that shit. It seemed too easy for me, but as long as my boy got the
pussy I was cool with it.
We always pulled stunts like that to get some pussy. Actually, we pretty much did anything to get some pussy back then. Tony really
seemed like he was feeling her, for whatever reason. I tried to remind him, every chance I got, to stick to the game plan. The game plan
was for him to just fuck her and move on, but you know how that goes sometimes. The game doesn’t always go as planned with some
niggas and bitches.
Tony and Nikki started dating heavily and ended up falling in love with each other. Well, I know that he fell in love with her. She was just
using him. It would come to pass that she had other plans in mind the entire time. They spent the majority of their time together. It started
making me feel sick. Every time I turned around, she was in my room or rather, our room because Tony and I were roommates while we
were in college.
I will say that, to people who didn’t know them, they appeared to be a match made in heaven. I personally didn't think that they were really
good for each other. Those people who really knew her thought otherwise. I’ll tell you more about that later.
Nikki always tried to make herself look good in the eyes of people who didn't know her. She would help Tony study when his grades had
begun to slip. She managed to get him back on track and raise his grade point average up to a 3.5 on a 4.0 grading scale. I felt that was the
least she could do since her coming over late nights having sex with Tony until the sun came up was the reason his grades had begun to slip
anyways.
I’m surprised my grades didn’t go down with his at one point. It’s hard to get any sleep when people are having sex in the same room that
you are trying to sleep in. That shit was hard as hell. You know dorm rooms are tiny anyways. I didn’t know whether I wanted to pop some
popcorn and watch, put the pillow over my head, or simply kick their asses out because I knew Tony wasn’t going to allow me to join in.
Their horny asses never bothered to follow the rules that we had created and agreed upon on when to use the room. I never did that shit
to him because I didn’t like the fact that another man could be watching, plus I had some hellified tricks that I didn’t want to share. My boys
never could figure out why the honeys always came back for more of me, just like they were addicts. I would tell them, “my boy is like crack
cocaine. Once you take a tote, that’s all she wrote!”
People that didn't know Tony and Nikki thought that she was just being a good girlfriend by helping her boyfriend stay in college. That bitch
ain't worth shit and I'm about to tell you why. I know that’s my boy and all, and I didn’t mean to do him dirty, by sleeping with Nikki, but I
think I did him a favor. Actually, I know it wasn't really a favor. I was just being a damn dawg. I just wanted to show him what I knew about
her all along, that she ain’t shit. Yeah, she did a lot for him to help him out with school and I’m not taking anything from that, but she also
fucked me.
The thing that made me go in for the kill was that whenever they were in the room she was always checking me out. For instance, if I was
watching TV, I would see her out of the corner of my eyes looking at me on the low. Then when I would look at her, she would have this
look in her eyes like she was day dreaming. When she realized she was looking at me too hard, she would smile and turn away. At first I
thought I was buggin but I kept on catching her.
Do you know that whenever she and Tony were in our room fucking, that bitch would be looking at me to see if I was watching? At least
now, with me laying pipe to her, Tony knows that she doesn’t love him like he thought. She probably doesn’t love him at all. After all, she
came on to me.
Before Nikki came onto me, she brought over one of her friends and introduced us. Later I found out that she only came over to see if I
was alone and I was. Now on that same night just a little after her friend had left, Nikki came back to the room and had me believing she
had some thing to tell me and when I found out she was lying she came on to me and a few moments later, I was smashing that ass. Yeah,
I know I shouldn’t have hit it and instead should have told Tony that Nikki had tried to come onto me. Shit, if you want to know the truth,
the sex wasn’t even all that good. After it was over, I was pissed off because she looks like her pussy is all that and to see Tony’s face after
he hit it, you would think her shit is the bomb. NOT! I couldn't wait to get up and wash my dick off. When I was finished I got up and
went into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and was like, “damn, that shit was garbage and he loves this chick!?”
I know now this nigga is not in this relationship because the ass is good, he really loves this broad. I need to turn him on to some new ass,
because if she's giving him this weak shit then he hasn't lived yet. I feel it is my duty to look out for him and show him what some bomb ass
pussy feels like. He needs that toe curling, I can’t speak, don’t touch me, I’m gonna slap your momma, take a nap type shit.
Oh, don’t get it twisted; I fucked her home girl too. You know the one she had brought over for me to meet. Her home girl’s pussy was
much better than hers. I should have kept in touch with her. I should have introduced Tony to that good pussy!
It didn’t help that everyone found out about Nikki and me the same fucking day that I smashed it. Tony found out a few minutes
afterwards. The grapevine works fast for things like that. Those actions began a big chain reaction. Normally, a fist fight occurs between
friends over some shit like that, but Tony took it way beyond that. This nigga shot at me. He acts like Nikki was his first piece of ass.
I didn’t tell anyone about fucking Nikki, so how the fuck did everyone find out? That bitch had started running her fucking mouth. One of
me and Tony’s friends named Oscar called me and told me, “You need to check ole' girl”
“Ole’ girl who” sounding clueless.
“That Nikki bitch” he replied.
“What about Nikki” I replied with a hint of fear in my voice.
“Just know if you fucking her was a secret it’s not anymore” sounding as if he was smiling.
“What are you talking about?” trying to play it off
“I don’t care what is going on but you need to check her because she’s putting you out there. Nikki is telling people you fucked her today,
that you have a big dick, and a whole bunch of other shit.” As he started to laugh.
“You have to be kidding me” I replied.
“I hope it was worth it player” as Oscar started laughing harder.
“Okay man enough”
“That’s what you should have said to her nigga”
“I have to go” I said abruptly.
“Take care man and watch your back” Oscar said after hanging up the phone.
I blame all of this shit on her for running her fucking mouth to and around the wrong fucking people! I told her not to tell anyone because it
would crush Tony, big time! I should have known she was going to run her mouth after our conversation we had after we had finished
fucking she said, “That was some good dick”
“Listen you can’t tell Tony about this” I said nervously.
“About what?” she replied with a smirk on her face
“I’m serious, he can never find out”
“Why shouldn’t I tell him?” she said with disgust in her voice.
“Because he’s my boy”
“If you really were his boy then you wouldn't have fucked me!”
“Your right but if you can’t do it for me being his boy, then do it for you being his girl” I replied
“I’ll think about it” she said as she walked away from me.
I told her that she wasn’t worth shit. I felt better because I had finally told her to her face what I really thought of her all that time. The
bitch had the nerve to say, “We’ll see how much I ain’t worth shit nigga!” with so much vengeance in her eyes.
Why can't woman just keep a secret? Damn is that to much to ask for? Why do they feel the need to tell someone...anyone? I told her
not to tell anyone, not even her best girl friend.
Sometimes their best girl friends are the one that tells all of their business to anyone that listens. That’s only because their girl is jealous. Is it
that hard not to tell your business? What you do behind closed doors should stay behind fucking closed doors.
No one would have known unless one of us said something about it. It seemed that as soon as Nikki was out of my sight, she started
making phone calls to everyone possible. I knew me and Tony were going to fight over this one. I clearly crossed the line and violated “the
wifey” rule.
Believe it or not, a fight is how Tony and I met. It was when we were in public school. Tony and I were actually going to fight each other
after school. The fight was over another basketball game we had been playing. He had called me a cheater and I had called him a country
ass sore loser. When you’re younger, you tend to say some corny shit. I think he was acting that way because of the first game that we had
played together. He probably thought we would have become friends back then because I had asked him to play ball. He was wrong
though. It was no big deal to me. I felt that he just needed to deal with it.
After the second game, where he asked me to play with him, I didn’t say anything else to him. I could tell by the look on his face that he
had gotten mad. After I called him a sore loser, he pushed me. I was not going to allow him to punk me in front of anyone, so I pushed him
right the hell back. Then we got into this big shoving match. We did the pushing thing for a while, until one of the teachers in the gym saw
us and broke it up. The teacher told us that if we didn't stop he would call our parents. Thinking back on that now, I guess that really
wasn't a fight.
Later that day, when Tony walked past me, I watched him from the corner of my eye to make sure that he wouldn’t sneak me. Instead of
him sneaking, me he walked right up to me, bumped me and said in a thick country accent, “I’m fittin’ to beat your ass. At three o’ clock,
your ass is mine!” I wanted to laugh so badly. I started to ask him what the fuck “fittin” means. It had sounded so funny. Instead, I told him
to “Bring it!”
In all reality, I was scared as hell because I had heard that Tony had beaten up a kid twice as big as him. Everyone told me that I don't ever
want to get into a fight with a country boy because they are strong as hell. They use their own strength to perform all of those chores on
the farm. Also, the fresh air must help them. I had never been in a fight before. I had no clue of how to hold my hands up or anything. I
could just talk a good game. Well, this time, he had called my bluff. I just knew he was going to wipe the floor with me and there would be
nothing I could do to stop him.
Then I had an idea. I had remembered watching G.I. Joe. You know how they gave you advice at the end of the show? They would say,
“knowing is half the battle.” Well, they had an episode on there one day and they gave everyone advice on dealing with a bully and I think it
was Duke who said, “All you have to do is stand up to someone bullying you and they will run away.” Shit I was all for that.
So, at three o’clock, we met after school on the play ground. I’m sure you remember how after school fights went. Time seemed to speed
up on your ass. You never wanted anybody to know that you had cramps and it felt like you had to go to the bathroom real bad. As
always, the whole damn school was out there on the play ground waiting for you. It seemed like the other teachers had let all of their
students out of class early just to see the fight. The students had chosen sides and you could hear them all chanting.
I walked over to Tony and followed the advice of Duke from G.I Joe. I started off by telling Tony that I wasn't afraid of him and that I would
kick his ass. I was poking his chest with my index finger the entire time I was telling him this.
I don’t remember, for the life of me, how or when I hit the floor the first time. It all happened so fucking fast. I just remember looking up,
with Tony standing over me asking if I was okay. Then I jumped up as fast as I could and tried to tackle his ass. He stepped back and threw
a knee to my head and for a brief moment I stopped, because all I could see was stars and double vision. Then he grabbed me and took me
back down to the ground and climbed on top of me getting ready to punch me in my face. I put my hands up to protect my face. All I
could say; which was the dumbest thing to come out of my mouth, was, “I guess you don’t watch G.I. Joe?”
All those damn kids were laughing at me. I was so embarrassed. Tony told everyone to get lost. As the other students walked away, Tony
turned back to me and had a strange look on his face. He extended his hand out to help me up and told me that his parents didn’t let him
watch too much television. He didn’t even know who G.I. Joe was. He said his father makes him go to boxing and Jui Jutsu classes after
school. Then that mother fucker had the nerve to tell me that my parents should look into sending me to some of those classes as well. No
wonder he knocked me the fuck out. After Tony had picked me up off the ground, we both laughed about it. From that day forward, we
were the best of friends.
I wasn't afraid to be clowned anymore by anyone that knew we were hanging out. Tony had actually become my big brother and would do
all of my fighting for me from then on out. During our friendship there was this new guy who had gotten transferred to our school actually
he got to the school the following semester. His name was Eric Norman... When I first met Eric I tried to introduce myself and he was very
stand offish with me. Then I later found out Eric came from a tough household where his mother was on drugs and his father used to beat
the shit out of everybody in the house. We didn’t find this out until Eric was taken by the state, for being an abused child. Something had
happened between Eric and Tony. I wasn't there for the initial incident, but I was there for the fight.
I have to say Tony is my boy, but Eric gave Tony a run for his money that day. I wanted to know what happened so I asked everyone that
was there. They all said that Eric and Tony were playing basketball and Eric had elbowed Tony in the stomach. Tony had let it slide and then
out of no where Eric elbowed Tony in the face. Tony didn’t let that slide. Tony slapped the shit out of Eric and that's when I got there.
From what I saw, I didn’t think anyone could fight Tony and beat him.
Tony and Eric never had the chance to become friends because Eric was taken away by the state; however, their paths would cross again
later on in life. One of those crossings would cost Eric his life.
See, Tony and I were never good at any sport, like football, basketball, or baseball. We would play basketball against people that were just
as bad as we were. This meant that we weren’t going to college on any athletic scholarships. In order to pay for college, textbooks, lunch,
etc, we sold drugs. That's the only way we could have ever paid for college. College costs us one hundred and eighty five dollars per credit
hour. We took a minimum of sixteen credit hours each semester. The books were just as expensive. We had to make it any way we could,
so we chose to sell drugs. That’s how Tony and Eric would meet again.
Eric had gotten hooked on drugs while he was in the custody of the state and Tony was the one supplying him while he was back in town.
I think Tony really did it because of their fight years ago, but I would never know. I remember Eric had gotten some drugs from me on
credit. I didn’t see him for about three days after that. When I did see him, he was trying to cop some shit from Tony, so I called him out
about the money he owed me. Tony felt that Eric was trying to get slick so Tony pulled out a knife and fatally stabbed Eric in the stomach.
Now, I knew Tony could fight, and I damn sure knew Eric could fight. I didn't think Tony had that in him. I never thought Tony would ever
kill over some drugs, for Christ sakes we were just college students. I guess the almighty dollar will do it each and every time.
It caught me by surprise. I thought Tony was just going to beat his ass. I think he could have beat Eric's ass easily this time, shit I could
have beaten his ass for my money. Because Eric had lost so much weight from fucking with those drugs. It amazes me how drugs will have
you looking nothing like yourself sometimes it doesn’t even have you looking as if you was the former shell of yourself. Any hustler knows
that when a crack head owes you money, either he pays you what he owes you, or he has the option of getting beat the fuck up each and
every time you see him until they pay you your fucking money. No real drug dealer is going to kill a crack head because there’s no way he
can get his money from the dead.
I guess Tony wasn't thinking about that. Like I said, we were only college students. One thing I can say is that Tony stabbing Eric is
probably the best thing that ever happened to Eric. When Eric’s body hit the floor, I walked over and looked at him and he had a peaceful
look on his face as if he was saying in his own little way the pain is finally over, so maybe I was right that his death was the perfect time.
Now the problem was getting rid of the body. I am not going to tell you what we did with it, but I know I wouldn’t want to be found dead
there. This was starting to feel like some ole’ Good Fella shit. The only thing I was missing was my Italian accent, the baseball bats in the
damn car, and someone named Paulie.
Shortly after Tony killed Eric, we went to a college party; which is where Tony first met Nikki. After getting to know her, I told him that she
was no good. Other guys that knew her felt the same way, but they were afraid to tell Tony. They knew he was in love. I was his best
friend so I would tell him. Little did we all know that this bitch would outweigh our friendship. Pussy is a powerful thing. It’s almost as
powerful as money.
That night, I fucked her. She had come back over to my room telling me that she knew something about Tony that she felt I needed to
know. That's how she managed to get inside of my room again, alone with me I didn’t realize it at first but she had changed her clothes.
Not long after she got there, we were fucking. She told me that she was lying about knowing anything about Tony. I asked her why she
would lie about something like that. She told me she wanted to get me alone. Then she had walked up to me and started unbuttoning my
shirt while kissing on my chest and I just happened to fall inside of the pussy.
When it was over, I knew I could never allow Tony to find out. This bitch agreed, well I thought we had an understanding about the
situation regardless of what we both said to each other. Within no time, on the same day, my phone rings and I knew it wasn’t Oscar calling
me back. This time it’s Tony on his cell phone telling me he’s at the front door of the room. I said to myself why would he call when he can
use his key. Oh boy here we go.
I walked to the door and opened it, while still holding the house phone to my ear.
“Why didn’t you just use your…….?”
And long and behold there stood Tony in the hall way of our dorm pointing a gun at me and next thing I knew, I’m staring down the barrel
of his gun. All I could think was that that BITCH had opened her fucking mouth and boy was I hoping I was wrong, but that is the only
reason why Tony would have been standing at the door pointing a gun at me. At that moment, I felt stuck on stupid. All I heard were the
rapid gun shots. I fell to the ground and I thought I was hit, but I wasn’t. I jumped up and tried to tackle his ass. Tony moved out of the
way. I couldn’t believe I had moved that quickly and that the nigga had missed me with all of those shots.
All of a sudden I started hearing voices. It was my mother, Tony and Nikki sitting around talking. I don’t know why this nigga Tony is at my
mother's house, but I’m going to kill this dude. I started looking around my room for my gun.
“Shit, I know I left it here. Fuck it. I’m going to get this mother fucker!”
I was walking down the stairs into the hallway listening to Tony speaking with my mother.
“I am so sorry Mrs. Harris. I wouldn’t have thought in a million years that someone would have ever wanted Greg dead and that they would
have shot him as many times as they did. It’s like they were trying to send a message”
“I know Tony” my mother replied.
“Have the police said anything about who did it” Tony acting concerned.
“No their still uncertain on what took place” sound worried.
“They will found his killer Mrs. Harris”
“I sure hope so baby” as she started to cry.
“Please Mrs. Harris everything will be okay” as he was comforting my mother by hugging her.
“I know but I don’t understand why anyone would want to hurt my baby boy” as my mother continued to cry on Tony’s shoulder.
At that moment I realized that the reason I couldn’t find anything when I was searching my room was because my mother had packed my
stuff away and the only reason why when I had tackled Tony he just walked away is because I was still on the ground dead…
Nikki walked into the room and asked Tony if he was ready to leave. He and Nikki told my mother that they’ll be back later and they both
left and got into Nikki’s car together.
As Tony got fully into the car and reclined his seat and turned and said to Nikki, “I told you I would take care of your brother, Eric’s, killer.”
“Nigga you know what this is all about!”
“Nah I don’t”
“Greg don’t act fucking dumb with me!”
“I’m not acting. I just want to know why you’re pointing a fucking gun at me!”
“Figure it out nigga.”
Why did this nigga then just open fire on me? I can’t believe this bitch ass nigga, Tony; just shot at me with the same gun I gave this
fucking faggot when he had beef with these dudes that use to try to get at him. This nigga is my boy and my own goddamn roommate,
not just some stranger! This nigga is trippin’!
This mother fucker let off an entire clip and still missed each and every shot. Bullets were flying everywhere. They were hitting the floor and
the walls around me. The dumb nigga must have had his eyes closed the whole while to shoot that badly. The only other excuse would be
that he has glaucoma because there is no reason he should have missed me as close as we were standing to each other. I’m starting to
think he was just trying to scare the shit out of me 'cause surely his aim is better than that. One thing is for sure, he damn sure scared the
shit out of me! My heart is still pumping so hard it feels like my chest is going to split wide open.
Damn, I just can’t believe this shit! We’ve been homeboys since we were in public school together, way back in the days. I would never
have imagined in a million years that my boy would pull this shit on me, especially as close as we have become over the years. The fact that
he pulled this damn stunt is really mentally fucking me up.
Both of us are scheduled to graduate from college next week. We’re about to enter into the real world with our degrees and will either
become successful or just fail at everything we do. For Christ sakes, his family will be going over to my families’ house for dinner this weekend.
I can remember when we were getting ready to graduate from high school. We searched for colleges together because we were both
going to the same college. We had agreed that we would choose a school that had plenty of girls. Our search did not even address the
studies offered at the colleges because our focus was not on education and classes. After some time had passed, we decided to focus our
college search more on the studies and degrees offered at the colleges rather than just the women. I had decided to major in Physical
Therapy. My career goal was to work with athletes because there is a lot of money in that profession. Tony’s major was Sports Management
so that he could manage athletes; which also generates lots of money. Our plan would then be to work together because Tony’s athletes
would be sent to me to rehab them when they sustained injuries. I would give them the best rehab as quickly as possible which would
ensure that both of us would remain rich. We had a great time in college. Time has actually gone by so fast I don't even know where it all
really went. It all seemed like yesterday to me.
Tony and I did everything together. We played ball together, we chased girls together, shit we even fucked the same chicks; not at the
same time though. When he had finished with his chicks then I would fuck them. When I was finished with my chicks, he in turn would fuck
mine. We had this game we would play just to get the pussy. First, we would find out if we were just trying just to hit the pussy or if there
was something more serious we wanted out of the girl. If we had decided that we just wanted to hit it, then Tony would become close
friends with my shortie. He would act like their trusted confidante.
He gained their trust easily because he was the one person they could go to for advice about me. The same thing would occur for his
shorties too. I would become their best friend and confidante in their times of need. When we grew tired of them, we would create a big
argument, knowing that our girls would call whichever one of us was acting as the confidante and ask, “What’s up with your boy?”
Of course, the confidante would play dumb and ask, “What do you mean?” Now, the confidante knew they had just got into it with the
other one, causing them to run straight to the confidante to tell it. The confidante would be ready with a shoulder for them to cry on.
Once the shortie was in the confidante’s crib and was spilling her guts about the incident, then he would move in for the kill.
That’s just one of the fond memories that I have of me and Tony growing up. Another memory I have is how Tony and I first met. I
remember that as if it happened just last week. We met in the late eighties. Dudes where rockin' high-top fades, Gumby's, and other stair-
step hair styles. In southern Cali, there were plenty of places to go shopping.
I have absolutely NO clue where Tony went shopping at. I really think his mom made his clothes. That would have been fine; however, she
needed to check the “in styles” in some up-to-date magazines to get the latest fashions. She had his shit so weak back then.
His mom also had no clue about California gangs then either because she was sending Tony out in Blood colors one day and Crip colors the
next. It had gotten so bad that the niggas that were bangin’ didn’t even question which sect he was reppin’. They already knew that he
didn’t have a clue.
One day, at the beginning of the school year, I was playing basketball with the fellas that lived around my way. We were playing a game of
three on three but my team only had two players so we were short one man. I looked around to find us another player and saw Tony sitting
on the bleachers. He had just been sitting there in the gym watching everyone get some court time. I had seen him around a few times but
had never said anything to him. I didn’t know anything about this guy if he could play ball or not but we need another player.
So, I asked him if he wanted to play ball and he answered, “Yeah.” I threw the ball to him. He caught the ball, got up off the bleachers,
took his t-shirt off to reveal a wife-beater. He came down to the gym floor and asked, “Who ball it is?” not “Who’s ball is it?” I knew the
other fellas were going to clown me about that country shit he had just said. Sure enough niggas started laughing. I didn't want to be
clowned, especially by my own boys, so I said “the ball is in our court”, hoping he would do more ball playing than talking.
Once the game was over, hanging out with this country ass dude was totally out of the question. I walked up to him and said, “Good
game”. He told me his name was Tony. I shrugged like so what, walked off and never really spoke to him again afterwards. We would
occasionally see each other in passing and I would try as hard as possible to avoid any type of eye contact with him. I would be with my boys
who would clown me saying, “There’s your boy, Catfish”. That shit was funny to them. They would fall out laughing. Little did I know that
Tony and my paths would meet again in the future, and that meeting would start our newfound relationship as being best friends ultimately
leading to a bond as tight as brothers.
You could tell Tony was from the South. Each time he would open his mouth in class, everyone would joke about his accent and the words
he used. They would call him all types of names like: catfish, corn bread, chicken, country and a whole lot more. He really had no friends. I
felt kind a bad for him. Not bad enough to be his friend, at that time though.
Once he and I started hanging out together, I told him he had to change the way he was dressing. He took my advice and what he would
do is after leaving his house each morning dressed one way, he would come to my house to change clothes. I would carry him up to my
room and go through my closet pulling out some of my hot outfits for him to wear. Then I had to show him how to rock my shit the right
way. I didn’t mind sharing my clothes with him, because my parents always took care of me and had my gear decked out with all of the
current trends. My parents knew that I was letting Tony wear my clothes and they didn’t mind either. I would try not to rock anything I let
him rock before, so no one would know he was wearing my stuff and if they did realize I had on something he had on before, I would play it
off as if I was wearing his stuff and I was barrowing it from him. Back then no one could have told me that our bond would have ever been
broken.
So now you should understand why I just can’t get over the fact that he just tried to take my life, and all over a fucking girl. We both met
the girl at the same time when we went to a party together. This broad did something no other chick was able to do over the years, and
that was come between the friendship I had with Tony. This isn’t the first time that our friendship has been tested by our dealings with
some chicken head bitches. It is; however, the first time that our friendship didn’t withstand the test.
Nikki is the name of this chicken head. He wanted her ass bad when he first saw her at this party. She was pretty and all, but not pretty
enough to take a brother's life over, shit I can’t think of any chick that’s worth killing another man over not even Halle Berry fine ass,
knowing you will get a twenty five to life bid. Nikki’s sexy ass was about five foot nine, chocolate brown, weighing in at about one hundred
and sixty nine pounds. She was a “brick house”, solid as a fucking rock. You could tell she worked out. As a matter of fact, she has a body
like the tennis player, Venus Williams. So, now when I say she was “right”, you know she was “right”!
We had decided that we would play the “shy brother” routine. Tony would be the shy brother. I know it seems old school now, but back
then, it was the shit for niggas to pull girls with. She actually fell for that shit. It seemed too easy for me, but as long as my boy got the
pussy I was cool with it.
We always pulled stunts like that to get some pussy. Actually, we pretty much did anything to get some pussy back then. Tony really
seemed like he was feeling her, for whatever reason. I tried to remind him, every chance I got, to stick to the game plan. The game plan
was for him to just fuck her and move on, but you know how that goes sometimes. The game doesn’t always go as planned with some
niggas and bitches.
Tony and Nikki started dating heavily and ended up falling in love with each other. Well, I know that he fell in love with her. She was just
using him. It would come to pass that she had other plans in mind the entire time. They spent the majority of their time together. It started
making me feel sick. Every time I turned around, she was in my room or rather, our room because Tony and I were roommates while we
were in college.
I will say that, to people who didn’t know them, they appeared to be a match made in heaven. I personally didn't think that they were really
good for each other. Those people who really knew her thought otherwise. I’ll tell you more about that later.
Nikki always tried to make herself look good in the eyes of people who didn't know her. She would help Tony study when his grades had
begun to slip. She managed to get him back on track and raise his grade point average up to a 3.5 on a 4.0 grading scale. I felt that was the
least she could do since her coming over late nights having sex with Tony until the sun came up was the reason his grades had begun to slip
anyways.
I’m surprised my grades didn’t go down with his at one point. It’s hard to get any sleep when people are having sex in the same room that
you are trying to sleep in. That shit was hard as hell. You know dorm rooms are tiny anyways. I didn’t know whether I wanted to pop some
popcorn and watch, put the pillow over my head, or simply kick their asses out because I knew Tony wasn’t going to allow me to join in.
Their horny asses never bothered to follow the rules that we had created and agreed upon on when to use the room. I never did that shit
to him because I didn’t like the fact that another man could be watching, plus I had some hellified tricks that I didn’t want to share. My boys
never could figure out why the honeys always came back for more of me, just like they were addicts. I would tell them, “my boy is like crack
cocaine. Once you take a tote, that’s all she wrote!”
People that didn't know Tony and Nikki thought that she was just being a good girlfriend by helping her boyfriend stay in college. That bitch
ain't worth shit and I'm about to tell you why. I know that’s my boy and all, and I didn’t mean to do him dirty, by sleeping with Nikki, but I
think I did him a favor. Actually, I know it wasn't really a favor. I was just being a damn dawg. I just wanted to show him what I knew about
her all along, that she ain’t shit. Yeah, she did a lot for him to help him out with school and I’m not taking anything from that, but she also
fucked me.
The thing that made me go in for the kill was that whenever they were in the room she was always checking me out. For instance, if I was
watching TV, I would see her out of the corner of my eyes looking at me on the low. Then when I would look at her, she would have this
look in her eyes like she was day dreaming. When she realized she was looking at me too hard, she would smile and turn away. At first I
thought I was buggin but I kept on catching her.
Do you know that whenever she and Tony were in our room fucking, that bitch would be looking at me to see if I was watching? At least
now, with me laying pipe to her, Tony knows that she doesn’t love him like he thought. She probably doesn’t love him at all. After all, she
came on to me.
Before Nikki came onto me, she brought over one of her friends and introduced us. Later I found out that she only came over to see if I
was alone and I was. Now on that same night just a little after her friend had left, Nikki came back to the room and had me believing she
had some thing to tell me and when I found out she was lying she came on to me and a few moments later, I was smashing that ass. Yeah,
I know I shouldn’t have hit it and instead should have told Tony that Nikki had tried to come onto me. Shit, if you want to know the truth,
the sex wasn’t even all that good. After it was over, I was pissed off because she looks like her pussy is all that and to see Tony’s face after
he hit it, you would think her shit is the bomb. NOT! I couldn't wait to get up and wash my dick off. When I was finished I got up and
went into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and was like, “damn, that shit was garbage and he loves this chick!?”
I know now this nigga is not in this relationship because the ass is good, he really loves this broad. I need to turn him on to some new ass,
because if she's giving him this weak shit then he hasn't lived yet. I feel it is my duty to look out for him and show him what some bomb ass
pussy feels like. He needs that toe curling, I can’t speak, don’t touch me, I’m gonna slap your momma, take a nap type shit.
Oh, don’t get it twisted; I fucked her home girl too. You know the one she had brought over for me to meet. Her home girl’s pussy was
much better than hers. I should have kept in touch with her. I should have introduced Tony to that good pussy!
It didn’t help that everyone found out about Nikki and me the same fucking day that I smashed it. Tony found out a few minutes
afterwards. The grapevine works fast for things like that. Those actions began a big chain reaction. Normally, a fist fight occurs between
friends over some shit like that, but Tony took it way beyond that. This nigga shot at me. He acts like Nikki was his first piece of ass.
I didn’t tell anyone about fucking Nikki, so how the fuck did everyone find out? That bitch had started running her fucking mouth. One of
me and Tony’s friends named Oscar called me and told me, “You need to check ole' girl”
“Ole’ girl who” sounding clueless.
“That Nikki bitch” he replied.
“What about Nikki” I replied with a hint of fear in my voice.
“Just know if you fucking her was a secret it’s not anymore” sounding as if he was smiling.
“What are you talking about?” trying to play it off
“I don’t care what is going on but you need to check her because she’s putting you out there. Nikki is telling people you fucked her today,
that you have a big dick, and a whole bunch of other shit.” As he started to laugh.
“You have to be kidding me” I replied.
“I hope it was worth it player” as Oscar started laughing harder.
“Okay man enough”
“That’s what you should have said to her nigga”
“I have to go” I said abruptly.
“Take care man and watch your back” Oscar said after hanging up the phone.
I blame all of this shit on her for running her fucking mouth to and around the wrong fucking people! I told her not to tell anyone because it
would crush Tony, big time! I should have known she was going to run her mouth after our conversation we had after we had finished
fucking she said, “That was some good dick”
“Listen you can’t tell Tony about this” I said nervously.
“About what?” she replied with a smirk on her face
“I’m serious, he can never find out”
“Why shouldn’t I tell him?” she said with disgust in her voice.
“Because he’s my boy”
“If you really were his boy then you wouldn't have fucked me!”
“Your right but if you can’t do it for me being his boy, then do it for you being his girl” I replied
“I’ll think about it” she said as she walked away from me.
I told her that she wasn’t worth shit. I felt better because I had finally told her to her face what I really thought of her all that time. The
bitch had the nerve to say, “We’ll see how much I ain’t worth shit nigga!” with so much vengeance in her eyes.
Why can't woman just keep a secret? Damn is that to much to ask for? Why do they feel the need to tell someone...anyone? I told her
not to tell anyone, not even her best girl friend.
Sometimes their best girl friends are the one that tells all of their business to anyone that listens. That’s only because their girl is jealous. Is it
that hard not to tell your business? What you do behind closed doors should stay behind fucking closed doors.
No one would have known unless one of us said something about it. It seemed that as soon as Nikki was out of my sight, she started
making phone calls to everyone possible. I knew me and Tony were going to fight over this one. I clearly crossed the line and violated “the
wifey” rule.
Believe it or not, a fight is how Tony and I met. It was when we were in public school. Tony and I were actually going to fight each other
after school. The fight was over another basketball game we had been playing. He had called me a cheater and I had called him a country
ass sore loser. When you’re younger, you tend to say some corny shit. I think he was acting that way because of the first game that we had
played together. He probably thought we would have become friends back then because I had asked him to play ball. He was wrong
though. It was no big deal to me. I felt that he just needed to deal with it.
After the second game, where he asked me to play with him, I didn’t say anything else to him. I could tell by the look on his face that he
had gotten mad. After I called him a sore loser, he pushed me. I was not going to allow him to punk me in front of anyone, so I pushed him
right the hell back. Then we got into this big shoving match. We did the pushing thing for a while, until one of the teachers in the gym saw
us and broke it up. The teacher told us that if we didn't stop he would call our parents. Thinking back on that now, I guess that really
wasn't a fight.
Later that day, when Tony walked past me, I watched him from the corner of my eye to make sure that he wouldn’t sneak me. Instead of
him sneaking, me he walked right up to me, bumped me and said in a thick country accent, “I’m fittin’ to beat your ass. At three o’ clock,
your ass is mine!” I wanted to laugh so badly. I started to ask him what the fuck “fittin” means. It had sounded so funny. Instead, I told him
to “Bring it!”
In all reality, I was scared as hell because I had heard that Tony had beaten up a kid twice as big as him. Everyone told me that I don't ever
want to get into a fight with a country boy because they are strong as hell. They use their own strength to perform all of those chores on
the farm. Also, the fresh air must help them. I had never been in a fight before. I had no clue of how to hold my hands up or anything. I
could just talk a good game. Well, this time, he had called my bluff. I just knew he was going to wipe the floor with me and there would be
nothing I could do to stop him.
Then I had an idea. I had remembered watching G.I. Joe. You know how they gave you advice at the end of the show? They would say,
“knowing is half the battle.” Well, they had an episode on there one day and they gave everyone advice on dealing with a bully and I think it
was Duke who said, “All you have to do is stand up to someone bullying you and they will run away.” Shit I was all for that.
So, at three o’clock, we met after school on the play ground. I’m sure you remember how after school fights went. Time seemed to speed
up on your ass. You never wanted anybody to know that you had cramps and it felt like you had to go to the bathroom real bad. As
always, the whole damn school was out there on the play ground waiting for you. It seemed like the other teachers had let all of their
students out of class early just to see the fight. The students had chosen sides and you could hear them all chanting.
I walked over to Tony and followed the advice of Duke from G.I Joe. I started off by telling Tony that I wasn't afraid of him and that I would
kick his ass. I was poking his chest with my index finger the entire time I was telling him this.
I don’t remember, for the life of me, how or when I hit the floor the first time. It all happened so fucking fast. I just remember looking up,
with Tony standing over me asking if I was okay. Then I jumped up as fast as I could and tried to tackle his ass. He stepped back and threw
a knee to my head and for a brief moment I stopped, because all I could see was stars and double vision. Then he grabbed me and took me
back down to the ground and climbed on top of me getting ready to punch me in my face. I put my hands up to protect my face. All I
could say; which was the dumbest thing to come out of my mouth, was, “I guess you don’t watch G.I. Joe?”
All those damn kids were laughing at me. I was so embarrassed. Tony told everyone to get lost. As the other students walked away, Tony
turned back to me and had a strange look on his face. He extended his hand out to help me up and told me that his parents didn’t let him
watch too much television. He didn’t even know who G.I. Joe was. He said his father makes him go to boxing and Jui Jutsu classes after
school. Then that mother fucker had the nerve to tell me that my parents should look into sending me to some of those classes as well. No
wonder he knocked me the fuck out. After Tony had picked me up off the ground, we both laughed about it. From that day forward, we
were the best of friends.
I wasn't afraid to be clowned anymore by anyone that knew we were hanging out. Tony had actually become my big brother and would do
all of my fighting for me from then on out. During our friendship there was this new guy who had gotten transferred to our school actually
he got to the school the following semester. His name was Eric Norman... When I first met Eric I tried to introduce myself and he was very
stand offish with me. Then I later found out Eric came from a tough household where his mother was on drugs and his father used to beat
the shit out of everybody in the house. We didn’t find this out until Eric was taken by the state, for being an abused child. Something had
happened between Eric and Tony. I wasn't there for the initial incident, but I was there for the fight.
I have to say Tony is my boy, but Eric gave Tony a run for his money that day. I wanted to know what happened so I asked everyone that
was there. They all said that Eric and Tony were playing basketball and Eric had elbowed Tony in the stomach. Tony had let it slide and then
out of no where Eric elbowed Tony in the face. Tony didn’t let that slide. Tony slapped the shit out of Eric and that's when I got there.
From what I saw, I didn’t think anyone could fight Tony and beat him.
Tony and Eric never had the chance to become friends because Eric was taken away by the state; however, their paths would cross again
later on in life. One of those crossings would cost Eric his life.
See, Tony and I were never good at any sport, like football, basketball, or baseball. We would play basketball against people that were just
as bad as we were. This meant that we weren’t going to college on any athletic scholarships. In order to pay for college, textbooks, lunch,
etc, we sold drugs. That's the only way we could have ever paid for college. College costs us one hundred and eighty five dollars per credit
hour. We took a minimum of sixteen credit hours each semester. The books were just as expensive. We had to make it any way we could,
so we chose to sell drugs. That’s how Tony and Eric would meet again.
Eric had gotten hooked on drugs while he was in the custody of the state and Tony was the one supplying him while he was back in town.
I think Tony really did it because of their fight years ago, but I would never know. I remember Eric had gotten some drugs from me on
credit. I didn’t see him for about three days after that. When I did see him, he was trying to cop some shit from Tony, so I called him out
about the money he owed me. Tony felt that Eric was trying to get slick so Tony pulled out a knife and fatally stabbed Eric in the stomach.
Now, I knew Tony could fight, and I damn sure knew Eric could fight. I didn't think Tony had that in him. I never thought Tony would ever
kill over some drugs, for Christ sakes we were just college students. I guess the almighty dollar will do it each and every time.
It caught me by surprise. I thought Tony was just going to beat his ass. I think he could have beat Eric's ass easily this time, shit I could
have beaten his ass for my money. Because Eric had lost so much weight from fucking with those drugs. It amazes me how drugs will have
you looking nothing like yourself sometimes it doesn’t even have you looking as if you was the former shell of yourself. Any hustler knows
that when a crack head owes you money, either he pays you what he owes you, or he has the option of getting beat the fuck up each and
every time you see him until they pay you your fucking money. No real drug dealer is going to kill a crack head because there’s no way he
can get his money from the dead.
I guess Tony wasn't thinking about that. Like I said, we were only college students. One thing I can say is that Tony stabbing Eric is
probably the best thing that ever happened to Eric. When Eric’s body hit the floor, I walked over and looked at him and he had a peaceful
look on his face as if he was saying in his own little way the pain is finally over, so maybe I was right that his death was the perfect time.
Now the problem was getting rid of the body. I am not going to tell you what we did with it, but I know I wouldn’t want to be found dead
there. This was starting to feel like some ole’ Good Fella shit. The only thing I was missing was my Italian accent, the baseball bats in the
damn car, and someone named Paulie.
Shortly after Tony killed Eric, we went to a college party; which is where Tony first met Nikki. After getting to know her, I told him that she
was no good. Other guys that knew her felt the same way, but they were afraid to tell Tony. They knew he was in love. I was his best
friend so I would tell him. Little did we all know that this bitch would outweigh our friendship. Pussy is a powerful thing. It’s almost as
powerful as money.
That night, I fucked her. She had come back over to my room telling me that she knew something about Tony that she felt I needed to
know. That's how she managed to get inside of my room again, alone with me I didn’t realize it at first but she had changed her clothes.
Not long after she got there, we were fucking. She told me that she was lying about knowing anything about Tony. I asked her why she
would lie about something like that. She told me she wanted to get me alone. Then she had walked up to me and started unbuttoning my
shirt while kissing on my chest and I just happened to fall inside of the pussy.
When it was over, I knew I could never allow Tony to find out. This bitch agreed, well I thought we had an understanding about the
situation regardless of what we both said to each other. Within no time, on the same day, my phone rings and I knew it wasn’t Oscar calling
me back. This time it’s Tony on his cell phone telling me he’s at the front door of the room. I said to myself why would he call when he can
use his key. Oh boy here we go.
I walked to the door and opened it, while still holding the house phone to my ear.
“Why didn’t you just use your…….?”
And long and behold there stood Tony in the hall way of our dorm pointing a gun at me and next thing I knew, I’m staring down the barrel
of his gun. All I could think was that that BITCH had opened her fucking mouth and boy was I hoping I was wrong, but that is the only
reason why Tony would have been standing at the door pointing a gun at me. At that moment, I felt stuck on stupid. All I heard were the
rapid gun shots. I fell to the ground and I thought I was hit, but I wasn’t. I jumped up and tried to tackle his ass. Tony moved out of the
way. I couldn’t believe I had moved that quickly and that the nigga had missed me with all of those shots.
All of a sudden I started hearing voices. It was my mother, Tony and Nikki sitting around talking. I don’t know why this nigga Tony is at my
mother's house, but I’m going to kill this dude. I started looking around my room for my gun.
“Shit, I know I left it here. Fuck it. I’m going to get this mother fucker!”
I was walking down the stairs into the hallway listening to Tony speaking with my mother.
“I am so sorry Mrs. Harris. I wouldn’t have thought in a million years that someone would have ever wanted Greg dead and that they would
have shot him as many times as they did. It’s like they were trying to send a message”
“I know Tony” my mother replied.
“Have the police said anything about who did it” Tony acting concerned.
“No their still uncertain on what took place” sound worried.
“They will found his killer Mrs. Harris”
“I sure hope so baby” as she started to cry.
“Please Mrs. Harris everything will be okay” as he was comforting my mother by hugging her.
“I know but I don’t understand why anyone would want to hurt my baby boy” as my mother continued to cry on Tony’s shoulder.
At that moment I realized that the reason I couldn’t find anything when I was searching my room was because my mother had packed my
stuff away and the only reason why when I had tackled Tony he just walked away is because I was still on the ground dead…
Nikki walked into the room and asked Tony if he was ready to leave. He and Nikki told my mother that they’ll be back later and they both
left and got into Nikki’s car together.
As Tony got fully into the car and reclined his seat and turned and said to Nikki, “I told you I would take care of your brother, Eric’s, killer.”
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The Author S. C. Dickens
Through The Eyes Of The Streets
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