Post by Torture on Jul 20, 2007 16:44:40 GMT -5
- It's a late Thursday night. Technically it's Friday morning. Chris Avery and Torture are sitting at the dinner table just bullshitting about life it's self. Chris Avery wearing a black and red polo shirt with smaller white stripes going left to right. A green and white one for Torture. however, he has a New Era pure white hat upon his head, sideways. A slew of Pepsi cans and pizza fill the table top.
- Avery just finishes a story and the both of them are at a loss of words for the story. Torture sits forward on the table and begins to speak.
Torture: This dude. Like twenty-nine years old. Sellin' rocks and thangs, right? Street corners, street lamps, that whole deal. Parks weren't even safe anymore. Had young teens, and early twenty's dudes rollin. He was gettin' dough too. Shame he had no idea what he was really doing. See. Avery. He liked school. Actually, he loved school. Didn't have money to go to College though. Didn't like work too much, so he worked the streets. Not nine to five either. Like, twenty hours a day, at least. Up in the morning puttin' work in, and down at night getting his money back.
The dude was real serious about his bags too. Never liked to mess around or anything. Well, after about seven months of this hard selling, and large buying, a few men were upset that was he making a bit more than they were. Well. His mom was sick and called him over to her house. He had a few big sales going on that night at the park. So he let his homeboy go instead, and he went and saw his mom. Pretty good decision, because his mom wasn't feeling too good, and she's been sick for a while.
His homeboy was like his blood brother. He was an only child, but this homeboy been through it all with him. Stayed by his side through some real deep shit. Homeboy goes down to the park. Theres some guys ain't too happy with how he's selling. They don't know, however, that it's not the guy they think it. It's his brother. They don't know, and they start shootin'. Homeboy goes down. It's on the news. Now back to the first guy. He and his mom are watching TV when it comes on the news later that night. Kid identified. That's when life hit him. He knew what he was doing. And he knew it was supposed to be him.
At this point, it took over three days to really grasp what the hell was actually going on. He left his moms house around ten at night to walk back to his apartment. He's just walking by himself, and these kids pop out. About sixteen years old. Try sellin' him some rocks and candy! The dude knows who these kids are. He just walks by. Probably the same stuff he sold the kids, and they were trying to sell it back.
This point, it's been about a half hour and theres these dudes chillin' by their rides in some parking lot. He just walked by like they weren't there. The dudes didn't like it. They came up to him. At this point, I can tell you it was those people that shot his homeboy. He didn't know them though. They didn't know him either. This was just a random incident. They figured he wasn't from here, because he wasn't taking the offers of rock and sugar. They were cracked out of their minds, and he was down and out, you could tell. Finally, after ten minutes, they block his move one more time. One guy pulls out a gun. The same gun that shot his homeboy. The guy put it to that dudes head.
Guy said "You scared ain't ya?". Dude just looked at him in the eyes and said very strongly "Hustlin' for death, no heaven for a gangsta".
Avery: Damn.
Torture: Yeah. Now a days, I think to myself what life is really all about, and how I will never understand it.
Avery: Yeah..
Torture: Like. Life's going to pass you by no matter what. Whether you lie, cry, steal, cheat, or live perfectly. It sucks though, because he realized what he was doing to his neighborhood, and right when he changed from bad to good, they still took him.
Avery: Damn dude.
Torture: So, we called him "Cool". That was his name. Cool. And from that point on, everyone was just 'Chasing Cool', we'd say. Because, no matter what, everyone is honestly just chasing cool.
Avery: Aren't you Too Damn Cool?
- Torture gives a nod and a cheap smile. As if to point to a little history to why he used that taunt and words.
Torture: All I know, is I go all out. I never slow down. I can't afford to, ya'know? People told me I needed to give it a rest once I was World Champion, and I never did. I kept winning and winning, and I honestly believe, I want to win more than anyone else. I'm the most competitive wrestler in Wrestling Championship Federation. Matter of fact, anywhere I go, I'm the most competitive. That's why my Clothing Line is miles ahead of the rest. That's why I'm the number one wrestler in this federation....
Avery: Hella wealthy..
Torture: .. I don't care for the money. Just the respect... Thats all I want...
Avery: I got a story. From when I was like fifteen years old. See, I used to hate hip hop. Yeah. Because the women were degraded, but Too Short and a few others made me laugh, so of course, like a hypocrite I played it and..
- Torture just sits back and listens while Avery rolls into his story. The scene fades as the clock turns to 1:45AM.
- Avery just finishes a story and the both of them are at a loss of words for the story. Torture sits forward on the table and begins to speak.
Torture: This dude. Like twenty-nine years old. Sellin' rocks and thangs, right? Street corners, street lamps, that whole deal. Parks weren't even safe anymore. Had young teens, and early twenty's dudes rollin. He was gettin' dough too. Shame he had no idea what he was really doing. See. Avery. He liked school. Actually, he loved school. Didn't have money to go to College though. Didn't like work too much, so he worked the streets. Not nine to five either. Like, twenty hours a day, at least. Up in the morning puttin' work in, and down at night getting his money back.
The dude was real serious about his bags too. Never liked to mess around or anything. Well, after about seven months of this hard selling, and large buying, a few men were upset that was he making a bit more than they were. Well. His mom was sick and called him over to her house. He had a few big sales going on that night at the park. So he let his homeboy go instead, and he went and saw his mom. Pretty good decision, because his mom wasn't feeling too good, and she's been sick for a while.
His homeboy was like his blood brother. He was an only child, but this homeboy been through it all with him. Stayed by his side through some real deep shit. Homeboy goes down to the park. Theres some guys ain't too happy with how he's selling. They don't know, however, that it's not the guy they think it. It's his brother. They don't know, and they start shootin'. Homeboy goes down. It's on the news. Now back to the first guy. He and his mom are watching TV when it comes on the news later that night. Kid identified. That's when life hit him. He knew what he was doing. And he knew it was supposed to be him.
At this point, it took over three days to really grasp what the hell was actually going on. He left his moms house around ten at night to walk back to his apartment. He's just walking by himself, and these kids pop out. About sixteen years old. Try sellin' him some rocks and candy! The dude knows who these kids are. He just walks by. Probably the same stuff he sold the kids, and they were trying to sell it back.
This point, it's been about a half hour and theres these dudes chillin' by their rides in some parking lot. He just walked by like they weren't there. The dudes didn't like it. They came up to him. At this point, I can tell you it was those people that shot his homeboy. He didn't know them though. They didn't know him either. This was just a random incident. They figured he wasn't from here, because he wasn't taking the offers of rock and sugar. They were cracked out of their minds, and he was down and out, you could tell. Finally, after ten minutes, they block his move one more time. One guy pulls out a gun. The same gun that shot his homeboy. The guy put it to that dudes head.
Guy said "You scared ain't ya?". Dude just looked at him in the eyes and said very strongly "Hustlin' for death, no heaven for a gangsta".
Avery: Damn.
Torture: Yeah. Now a days, I think to myself what life is really all about, and how I will never understand it.
Avery: Yeah..
Torture: Like. Life's going to pass you by no matter what. Whether you lie, cry, steal, cheat, or live perfectly. It sucks though, because he realized what he was doing to his neighborhood, and right when he changed from bad to good, they still took him.
Avery: Damn dude.
Torture: So, we called him "Cool". That was his name. Cool. And from that point on, everyone was just 'Chasing Cool', we'd say. Because, no matter what, everyone is honestly just chasing cool.
Avery: Aren't you Too Damn Cool?
- Torture gives a nod and a cheap smile. As if to point to a little history to why he used that taunt and words.
Torture: All I know, is I go all out. I never slow down. I can't afford to, ya'know? People told me I needed to give it a rest once I was World Champion, and I never did. I kept winning and winning, and I honestly believe, I want to win more than anyone else. I'm the most competitive wrestler in Wrestling Championship Federation. Matter of fact, anywhere I go, I'm the most competitive. That's why my Clothing Line is miles ahead of the rest. That's why I'm the number one wrestler in this federation....
Avery: Hella wealthy..
Torture: .. I don't care for the money. Just the respect... Thats all I want...
Avery: I got a story. From when I was like fifteen years old. See, I used to hate hip hop. Yeah. Because the women were degraded, but Too Short and a few others made me laugh, so of course, like a hypocrite I played it and..
- Torture just sits back and listens while Avery rolls into his story. The scene fades as the clock turns to 1:45AM.
