Welcome to the final chapter in the story of 'The Block' (for now), there may be future chapters (there are three more sides to a city block after all), if inspiration hits me.
Thanks for reading and 'liking' my previous works and 'foolishly' following me -- my next 'series' (which I am still blocking out) will 'probably' be out in early 2023, as I like to finish all chapters before publishing the 1st one.
Danke,
SatyrDick
[09.11.22]
P.S. -- ANY and ALL creative criticism or feedback is GREATLY appreciated.
Boiler Plate Author's Notes:
1) All characters engaging in sexual activities are at least 18 y.o..
2) I like description and dialogue, so unless noted sexual activity is MOSTLY at the end.
3) I utilise U.K. and U.S. spelling, along with foreign to U.S. words as well.
4) Real People/Places/Things will be noted by an asterisk (*) look 'em up! (if U wanna that is).
5) Said Real People/Places/Things may be anachronistic (think Baz Luhrman's Moulin Rouge soundtrack.
6) Said Real People/Places/Things are mainly in 'SoCal' or 'Sin City' ("Vegas Bay-Bay!") -- where I'm from/where I live.
7) To paraphrase Leonard Horatio 'Bones' McCoy, M.D. -- "I'm a straight, white male writer, NOT a doctor or lawyer or whatever..." although I do minimal Googling to maintain a 'somewhat realistic' story (where applicable).
8) These stories or 'Chapters' can be read in two ways:
A) Individually, in any order (but then it would read like pulp Fiction) without reading the other categories you may not want to read -- as they can be seen as 'self contained'.
B) In chapter order with insight to recurring characters and overall view of 'The Block'
9) Denys Patrique is pronounced 'Den-iss Pat-rick'.
-Chapter One-
"Come on El Cerebro Chaquito take it like a man!"
Words that Anthony 'Tony' Davila was very familiar with came from the mouth of his brother Pablo Luis Davila Jr., 'Junior' as he beat him.
"Do you want one black eye or two?"
Tony hated that his brother twisted a line from his favorite cartoon into a taunt used to inflict pain upon him as he beat him. Tony hated Pablo and the annual abuse that he heaped upon his brother 'chiquito' ever since their madre Julia Silvia died of uterine cancer five years ago when he was thirteen and his brother was fifteen -- Junior and his padre Pablo Sr. blamed him for her death.
"None!" He screamed at his aggressor.
"Too bad, two it is!"
This was not how Tony hoped his eighteenth birthday day would end, but it did -- after getting beat for the last half decade on this 'special' day...while laying on the floor in front of his borracho padre (who laughed and encouraged 'Junior' as he beat his younger son), he decided that he could finally get the fuck out of Huntington Park* and take up his tio Guadalupe (his mom's younger brother) offer to move down to Morellia, Michoacan* in Mexico.
A few days later it was his personal July 4th and September 16th all rolled into one. It was Thursday at eleven P.M. when his padre was passed out in his Lay-Z Boy* and 'Junior' was asleep in his bed - Tony grabbed his three duffle bags and knapsack, then headed out the front door of the house...when he got outside he dropped the bags and pulled out a medium sized toiletry bag from the knapsack extracting the switchblade knife, two plastic squeeze bottles of sugar, and two one quart bottles of 10W-30 motor oil. He proceeded to slash the air stems on the tyres on Senior's and Junior's Chevy Silverado trucks, then filled the gas tanks with the sugar, and finally pouring the oil in the radiators -- he finished just as his tio - Sterling (his mother's sister's husband) pulled up in a car he didn't recognize.
"Tio, what kind of car is this?"
"Well sobrino, it's a 1976 Ford Mustang II Cobra II* made in Mexico City -- where I actually bought it, and it's your personal escape vehicle and b-day gift.from me and your tia Sandra."
"Wow it sure is cool looking, I've never seen one before."
"It's a resto-mod I have been working on ever since your birthday after tu madre died."
"Awesome! Gracias!"
"So now we're going to my place to drop me off, have some cafΓ© and then you can say 'adios' to me, and mi esposa and start your journey to Mexico."
Ten minutes later they pulled into Sterling's drive way in South Gate* and Sandra ran out of the front door...yelling --"mi sobrino!" and gave him a biiig hug.
"Hey tia, thanks for helping."
"Sin problema, what's with the shiners?"
"My annual b-day gift from mi pendejo brother."
"So sorry Anthony, cafΓ©?"
"Si."
"Uno o dos?"
He knew that his tia meant her special calavera shaped sugar 'cubes' which had like triple the amount of azucar as compared to a regular sugar cube. She had picked up a 'mini' sugar skull shaped mold a few years ago at a Day of the Dead weekend in Bell Gardens* at John Anson Ford Park* and since he needed the energy to start his trip to Mexico...
"Dos, please."
After filling the large to go insulated mug emblazoned with an Octavio Ocampo calavera* they sat and talked, he told them of his plan to stop in San Ysidro* to sleep for a few hours and head into Mexico and continue his trip to Morelia
"Your tio Lupe isn't in Michoican anymore, he moved to the D.F. (Distrito Federal)* after his epsosa Estella died last year, I thought he told you."
"It's fine, I'll just call him when I get to TJ (Tiajuana)*"
He finished the first cup of cafΓ© and as she prepared another one he went to the bano -- when he got out his cup was ready and she handed it and a dozen azucar skulls in a baggy, then he hugged and kissed her and hugged his uncle."
"Muchos thanks for todo."
"No problemo nephew," his tio said as Tony headed out the front door
He headed to the 710* south and decided to stop in Irvine* then Carlsbad* for more gas, coffee, and food before he got to San Diego County and slept.
--Chapter Two--
[Four Years Later]
Tony had got a call from his tio Sterling that his padre Pablo had died due to cirrhosis of the liver and was to be buried in the family plot in Commerce*, at first he wasn't going to go, but since he hadn't visited his mom's grave since he left SoCal he decided he would get there late and hang in the background until the graveside service was over...not that anybody would have recognized him.
He had developed up his muscles like Bruce Lee after taking up various martial arts, tatted up with Goth band logos and claveras. The first one was a three inch calavera with his madre's name and years of life over his corazon which he got on what would have been her birthday the year after he arrived in Mexico. Not that you could have seen them under his black duster that he wore due to the rain or his black shin-length jorts.
After it was all over and the crowd started to thin out, his tia Sandra saw him and tapped his tio on the shoulder and indicated with her head that he was standing underneath a tree, Tony nodded to them and sent him a quick text so they would wait there until after Junior left and he would come over to them -- unfortunately Junior heard his tio's notification and looked up and turning around saw Tony standing by the tree...
"Who the hell are you puto?"
He stood there stone still.
"I said who the hell are you, this is a private affair asshole"
Junior was the spitting image of his borracho padre - drunk, out of shape and red of nariz.