John Player

My nigger Type-O put me straight.

'Gym up there, Millmount, you hear, they soccer moms, they want a bull, a thug, a hammer...Type of time a nigger be on with they cunts from they Heights...Fuckin bored, horny, studyin they punk-ass men...Shit, I got em on the

go

...Runnin me a fuckin

game

...'

He ain't talkin no tale. Sponsor my ass too. Nigger ain't been there but a week and he strappin on. Judith, jew bitch, teacher bitch. Love me them redhead hos, them thick-ass bitches...She

nasty

, crazy as fuck, party like a dog on a weekend...Gin and bars man, nigger got the fuckin hook up...Fuck on her sofa, in her den, nigger

own

that shit...Sloppy mouth, cotton mouth, call her fuckin cunt when she slabber like a hog up my ass and balls...Make a nigger harder than brick, make a nigger

pimp

...Come all up in that pussy, open that ass, make her holler and moan like homecomin...She ain't fixin on none such schoolin...Got blues for her bones, she high as fuck in Monday morning class, can't sit none...

Keep it on ice but now I got Helen and Ellen, Hannah and Anna. Talk about a backdoor nigger on they grapevine, gettin me a rep...Niggers phone be buzzin, PM creepin up in them hoods where they be sure to smoke a nigger, Millmount Heights, Chester Ave, White motherfuckin Poplars...Drink they wine, smoke they punk trees...Straight the fuck up I take they money...

They guys called

Bruce

and shit...All they kids fucked up...Bitches be talkin all the wrong shit to a nigger...Ain't no racist like they Mom and Pops, they

woke

...Make em look in the phone, call me nigger when I fuck they ass...Call em the fuck out and they done

come

...

*

The Bruce called

Bruce

for real...Come on like a faggot in the lockers, want to talk hoops...Fake tan sport motherfucker, take a player to know one...My jock PR-23 swingin, nigger don't give a fuck...Nigger in

shape

, got the whuppin of his skinnyfat ass...

He in the lot of Silo Mall one Sunday. Got a bitch in the car with him but I can't see her...

'We were at a movie, don't ask, it sucked...She always gets a headache, every time...'

'She, uh...'

'You're single, right? You stay that way, hear me...?' Smilin but he suckin a lemon. 'Nice ride you got man, sick...'

Sick, yeah, he sick enough...Motherfucker hummin, smell like nachos, IBS...

'Nice ride youself...Sport

age

man, huh...?'

'We took

her

car...You should see her trying to park that fucking thing...'

She beep at him, he wave her off.

'You got a Tylenol for her, man...? Drugstore was a goddamn zoo up there...'

'Got Atasol...'

'Even better...Might knock her the fuck out if I'm lucky...'

He hand shook when I give him the pill. White punk can't keep no bitch in line, get a nigger blood to itchin...

'You know, you want anything else, you goin ask is all...I help a brother out...'

Hell

, he fuckin appreciate it. She beep again...

*

They come in Kelly's Wednesday night. Be like they

surveillin

a nigger...

She look

Marcy

or some shit, tan, honeycrisp blonde, gettin to thick enough. Eat cos she ain't gettin none...She all cunt, spoiled, uppity...Nigger tell but she the fixin of a freak...

'Oh sorry, Bax, Laura, Laura, Bax...' Limp hand, stinkface. 'Just passing through...Going to see U2 up in the FedEx...Lol misses the old country...'

'You from England, huh?'

'Ireland, actually...'

'Don't get her started on that, Bax...That's all I got to say...'

She get a nigger hard. Done smell that pussy turnin, tangerine goin bad. Mouth pucker up when Bruce get to talkin, tight as em black jeans, that seam beat up into her ass...No more time for a man who ain't fuckin her...Shame of her light done gone out...

He stress, lookin to score. Ain't got but 357's...We go outside, motherfucker antsy, drop bills and shit...She sour when we get back but she sneak a pill, chase wine...Nigger gettin a buzz on, she get to lookin finer...Ax a nigger if he married...

'No ma'am...'

'You have a...partner...?'

'I, uh, between em...'

'Oh...'

'With the hundred fucking questions...' He shake his head. 'Let the man be...'

'Can I not ask a question now?'

'You can do whatever you want...You always do...'

'She just talkin, man...What the fuck...?

'Yeah well go on, don't mind me...'

'Can we not have

one

night...? You

promised

...'

But she dig that I got her back. We a team now...He punk, ain't no brawler. Finna leave but I ain't let em, get another round...

'Just one...But we have to...The traffic up Duluth is going to be like...'

We ain't listen to him none. Her body be talkin to a nigger, comin off freeze...She check a nigger out, talk easy, look him in the eye...She want that look back, groovin on that sass...Blind woman milk in em blue eyes set to clearin...

She gone to piss. He shrunk, troubled man...

'U2, huh...? Man, they

old

...'

'You see what I mean? You see how she is with...I don't know what happened to...'

'Easy, blood...I hear you...'

'You

hear

me...? I tell you man, as soon as Polly graduates...'

Gettin sloppy on scotch and pills...I take his keys but he don't do shit...She comin back to the table, bitch be

glowin

...She swayin 'em hips...

*

She ax me bring em home when he get to pukin. U2 goin have to done wait...They live down East Magnolia. Nigger a stranger up this hood...

'Take the next right...We can cut through the estate, brings you out on Auster...Straight ahead after that...'

'How my man doin back there?'

'Asleep...

I'm

about to hurl with the smell...I'm so sorry about all this.'

'Ain't a thing.'

'Every time we go out...Still thinks he can party like a twenty-year-old...'

'Ain't like you, huh?'

'I have my moments...' Smile at a nigger in the rearview. 'It's the second house from the end...'

Bent over showin em titties when we gettin him from the car. She got a good buzz on, tell him to quit up moanin. Crib like TV, smell like white folk...We take him through the den, dump his ass in a LA-Z-Boy...Slow jams playin low upstairs...

'Our daughter...Home for the summer...She's at SUNY...You want a drink...?'

She workin a sweat. Bring a nigger out the deck, fetch wine, a pack of smokes.

'Want one? They're from back home...'

Box say

John Player

...Take one but I ain't light it.

'Done miss Ireland, huh?'

'I made my bed...'

'God bless America, yes ma'am...' Lookin at the house all lit up. 'Worse guys'n that...'

'Yeah, well...He talks about you. When he talks, that is...'

'He talk whut...?'

'

"Bax this, Bax that..."

He's led a sheltered life...His other friends are just like him...You're his street cred...He can still be

down

with it. Yes he can...'

'How bout you...? You down...?'

She smug, touchin her hair. Look straight at a nigger...

'We're here for a good time, not a long time...' Finger dabbin at spilled wine. 'But you get so little of it...Nothing for ourselves...'

'They em moments, you done grab em...'

We drink to that. Night bird in the trees get to testifyin. She kill a smoke, flat of her shoe, nigger, she

creamin

...They buttons fit to pop...

'And I know how he talks about me to his friends...'

'I know he ain't right...Man got all of that got no cause to be bitchin none...'

'Taking it out on me...And then I get to thinking, you know, maybe it

is

my fault, all of it...I should have worked harder, been more...

Fuck

it...'

'He ain't right...'

Blood up in em cheeks, squeeze her glass fit to bust...Bitch a livin day of rage, hurtin done gone bad...She goin

channel

that shit. Nigger got the fuckin knowhow...

'He isn't?'

'Man a stone fool, Lol...Okay I call you that?'

'I've never...I'm not some fucking tramp, Bax...I don't want you thinking...'

'See, I don't think...' I take her hand. 'Ain't a man's strong point...'

'And what is...?'

I touch em lips, em eyes...Grab my wrist like she done want me to stop...

'Not here...'

Back in the house, check in on Bruce. Motherfucker set to droolin...Take me down the basement, nigger so hard can't walk a straight line...Game room, some shit, man space, hum of sock and ballsweat...Finger say shush, bug-eyed as a nigger creep up on her...

Pretty mouth, hungry mouth bitch...Taste as she ain't been fucked in whatever, nigger get off on that jones...Want a man who wants her, ain't no thing. Folk ain't but dogs...

Nigger done lift her thick ass the fuck up, em thighs a bar arm all up round me, we gettin a fuckin groove on, funk gettin to slacker...Sloppy tongue, she bite a nigger's lip, jaw drippin pink spit...Sweat smell of hot wine and pussy, breath

stank

, blood a nigger like a pit...

Drop her ass down in the sofa, hands up inside my shirt, straight up

worship

a nigger...Chin sit pretty in one hand, make-up done burned off, ain't just wine and pills make em eyes swim, wet up em lips...She cherry, ain't never done fucked no nigger...Ain't never done fucked none but

Bruce

...Raw to be done strange, turned the fuck out...

Mouth slick up a nigger's belly, lick a nigger like salt...Jack my cock from outside, face like she trippin...Bitch got a dirty mind, it

all

for real...Too fuckin real...Touch the back of her neck she go wild, loa ridin her, cheek rollin like she mark up a nigger...She losin it, burnin up... Subject done need

control

...

Stand her up, pull down em jeans...Fingers creepin bout her cunt, she suck on a nigger's tongue...Nigger she wild honey drippin, steam of bayou in hurricane season, bush like she

beast

, nigger, bitch in fuckin heat for real...Two-finger friggin up her, spit nasty sugar in her ear, grip on a nigger like she fix to come already...Make her taste the pussy, she cuff a nigger wrist, slob em fingers knucklebone-deep...Look on a nigger all bad bitch, scared but done whuppin it...

Taste cunt on her spit when we kiss. Belly to belly, she hold a nigger balls, crushride the cock. She got ass to make a nigger fall in love, ass done need

studyin

but I done got time...I rubber the fuck up, she lay back, ringfinger smooth open the pink...Hold a nigger butt,

easy

up her, hips up and move with a nigger...Tongue to tongue, eyes black, she jazzin on the stretch, yen done get a nigger off...Warrior bitch, she ride out the sting,

use

that shit...Let a nigger know she ain't none of no fuckin Marcy...

Finger a nipple, breathe cotton candy to a nigger's ear...

Damn

she make a nigger want to cum. She hate on a nigger when he pull out, fuckin up her bidness. Grab on the balls, get him the fuck back in...Brown of her throat bruisin up, bleed into the shimmy of em tits. Thighs grind on a nigger like he peppercorn, nigger she

come

, pussy fuckin holler in tongues...Body primed like a gin, teeth clenched to creakin, nails scoop out a nigger...Root deep up her, nigger just about holdin his fuckin corner...

We peakin, puttin in a shift...

Boss

fuckin, nigger we A-game...She

with

me, up to em pimp moves a nigger throw down...Ain't never

come

, not for real...Ain't figured on none of it, wound she keep pickin...Nigger done

drain

that shit, cast em devils out...She

cured

, praise Jesus...She blaze like a cane field...

Legs

vice

on a nigger...Body stone hustlin a nigger to cum hard as she done...Finger at a nigger asshole trip the switch...Stop him hollerin with her mouth...She keener than a nigger for that nut...Ain't two bodies closer...Ain't but what she want from the get-go...

Be times a nigger see it all clear in that comedown...See they bitches be

old

, crazy, beat the fuck up...Nigger ain't but meat, whore for they ass...Want you got the fuck

gone

and not through no front door...

This here time, though, this ain't none of em...

'Give me the condom...'

She

glazed

, faded, but she back

Laura

now...Pussy heave a nigger out...Roll aside, slip off the rubber and hand it to her...

Fuck

, nigger, if she don't she suck down that nut, keepin her eyes on a nigger...

'I want to taste you every time I swallow...I want my it to make my heart fucking

burn

...'

Uh huh. She a

keeper

...