“I’d just like to say I’m sailing with the Rock and I’ll be back like Independence Day with Jesus, June 6, like the movie, big mothership and all. I’ll be back.”

AILEEN WUORNOS

An abused child who later earned her living as a sex worker, Aileen Wuornos was found guilty of killing six men and was later executed in a Florida prison.

Synopsis

Born on February 29, 1956, in Rochester, Michigan, Aileen Wuornos was sexually abused and thrown out of her home as a teen. Having been involved in previous incidents with the law, she made a living as a sex worker on Florida's highways, and in 1989 she killed a man who had picked her up. She went on to kill at least five other men and was eventually caught, convicted and placed on death row. Though her sanity was questioned, Wuornos was executed by lethal injection in 2002. In addition to documentaries, books and an opera, her story was depicted in the 2003 film Monster.

Violent, Abusive Early Years

Aileen Wuornos was born on February 29, 1956 in Rochester, Michigan, growing up in the nearby Troy area to the south. The young Wuornos experienced horrifying tumult during her childhood: Her father killed himself while serving prison time for child molestation, while her mother abandoned Aileen and older brother Keith, leaving them to be raised by their grandparents. Yet Wuornos’s grandmother was alleged to be an alcoholic and her grandfather a terrifying, violent force.

Wuornos would later state that she was sexually abused by her grandfather and had sexual relations with her brother. She became pregnant by her early teens, and the infant was given up for adoption. During her adolescence, Wuornos was also forced out of her home and lived in the woods.

Vagabond Existence

Having previously been a ward of the state, Wuornos subsisted on a vagabond existence as an adult, hitchhiking and engaging in sex work to survive. She was arrested during the mid-1970s for charges related to assault and disorderly conduct and eventually settled in Florida, where she met wealthy yachtsman Lewis Fell. The two were married in 1976, but Fell annulled the union shortly thereafter, upon Wuornos being arrested in another altercation. A decade later, having been involved in numerous additional crimes, Wuornos met 24-year-old Tyria Moore in Daytona, Florida, and the two embarked on a romantic relationship.

Series of Murders

It would later be revealed that from late 1989 into the fall of 1990, Wuornos had murdered at least six men along Florida highways. In mid-December 1989, the body of Richard Mallory was found in a junkyard, with five more men’s bodies to be discovered over subsequent months.

Authorities were eventually able to track down Wuornos (who had used various aliases) and Moore from fingerprints and palm prints left in the crashed vehicle of another missing man, Peter Siems. Wuornos was arrested in a bar in Port Orange, Florida, while police tracked down Moore in Pennsylvania. To avoid prosecution, Moore made a deal, and in mid-January 1991 she elicited a phone confession from Wuornos, who took full and sole responsibility for the murders.

Trial and Execution

A media frenzy ensued over the case, due in part to the lurid nature of the crimes. During the trial, Wuornos asserted that she had been raped and assaulted by Mallory and had killed him in self-defense. (Though not revealed in court, Mallory had previously served a decade-long prison sentence for sexual assault.) She stated that her killing of the five other men had been in self-defense as well, though she would later retract these statements.

On January 27, 1992, a jury found Wuornos guilty of first-degree murder for the Mallory case and she received the death penalty. Over the ensuing months, Wuornos plead guilty to the murders of the five other men whose murders she was charged with and received a death sentence for each plea. Outside of court, she later admitted to the killing of Siems, whose body was never recovered.

Spending a decade on death row, Wuornos eventually opted to fire her appeals lawyers, who were working for a stay of execution. But a court-appointed attorney was concerned about comments made by Wuornos that suggested she was profoundly disconnected from reality. In 2002, Florida governor Jeb Bush lifted a temporary stay of execution after three psychiatrists deemed her mentally competent to understand the death penalty and the reasons for its implementation.

Aileen Wuornos was executed by lethal injection on the morning of October 9, 2002. Her cremated remains were buried in her town of birth.

Screen Depictions

Wuornos’s story has been closely profiled in film. British documentarian Nick Broomfield created two works—Aileen Wuornos: The Selling of a Serial Killer (1993) and Aileen: Life and Death of a Serial Killer (2003), with the latter co-directed by Joan Churchi

The Longest Time On Death Row

Brandon Jones served the longest time on death row between his conviction and execution. In October 1979, Brandon Jones murdered a man named Roger Tackett during a robbery of the Tenneco convenience store. Tackett was the manager of the Tenneco store.

Brandon Jones was originally going to be executed in 1989, but he wasresentencedd to death in 1997 because jurors bought a Bible into the court. Because of the re-trail and re-sentencing, Jones spent a total of 36 years on death row, making him the oldest person executed in Georgia. On February 3, 2016, he died by lethal injection.

Part 2 of Chapter 22 Three and a Half Months Later ( Gabos )

“Oh, you wanna play tough guys. Look, bitch, if you wanna see this nigga alive again or yourself, you better tell him, to come up off that paper.”

“Look, please, please, I’ll take you to the bank in the morning and give you all the money you want,” the woman begged. “Please don’t kill us.”

“Bitch, shut your stupid ass up. Do I look stupid or something? If I don’t get that money tonight, somebody gonna meet the maker.” As Pokey finished what he was saying, in came Fatboy, Flick, and Turtle, shaking their heads.

“All is good, ain’t nobody here but them two, like the nigga said,” Fatboy said, looking at Mr. Big to find him knocked out.

“Look, I got a trick for this nigga ass,” Pokey said. “Look, Flick, go grab a pot of water out that kitchen right quick.” As Flick came back carrying a cold pot of water, he watched as Pokey took the pot from him and threw the ice cold water on Mr. Big, bringing him outta his sleep.

“What, what the fuck,” Mr. Big mumbled, looking up in the eyes of Pokey.

“Yeah, nigga, get your bitch ass up, it’s party time. Since you wanna play so tough, I’mma see just how tough you really is. If you don't hand over that loot I know you sitting on.”

“Nigga, like I said before fuck you, do what you gonna do.”

“All right, Rim, Lo-P, and y’all, this nigga still wanna play Superman, but y’all know they say, a way to a man’s money is through his heart. So I’mma see which one means the most, his money or his bitch,” Pokey said, walking over to the beautiful naked woman, with tears streaming down her face. As she turned and looked at Mr. Big, he mouth the words, “I love you,” but she knew in her heart, he wouldn’t let nothing happen to her. As she heard Pokey say, “What’s it gonna be, the money or your ride-or-die bitch?”

“Nigga, fuck you,” Mr. Big spat, this time reaching his target. As Pokey wiped the spit from his face, he looked at Mr. Big and said, “No, nigga, fuck you.” As he walked up to the woman, he forcibly pushed open the woman’s legs to expose her nude pussy. He then rammed three fingers inside her. As she tried to close her legs and scoot out the chair, to no avail, the rags that tied her down were too tight. All she could do was shed tears and hope her silent pleas would make this nigga stop, but it didn’t. As she looked at her husband for some help, with tears falling faster, he dropped his head in defeat, only picking it back up when he heard Pokey say, “Man, y’all untie this bitch, I got a trick for her ass. Since she seem to like this so much, she gonna love what I’m about to do to her.”

As Fatboy started to stop Pokey from doing what he knew was wrong, he heard Mr. Big say, “You niggas gone die,” and said, “Fuck it, GABOS.” As Pokey started feeling on her nice firm titties, while still playing in her pussy with the other hand, she begged him to stop.

“Please stop, I’ll tell you where the money at.”

“Bitch, shut up. If that’s the case you wouldn’t let shit get this far,” Pokey said, stopping what he was doing to say what he said. “You know what? Man, fuck this shit, y’all untie this bitch.” As Rim and Lo P untied the woman, Fatboy and Flick looked at each other, shaking their heads, ’cause they knew this wasn’t in the plan. But what could they do now? As the woman fell limp in Lo-P and Rim’s arms, she collapsed to the floor. “Man, pick that bitch up and put her on the couch. No, hold up, as a matter of fact, throw her over the arm of the couch ass out, so Mr. Tough Guy can see me fucking her from the back,” Pokey smiled. “Yo, Mr. Big, get a good look at this,” Pokey said, spreading the woman’s pussy lips open. As he unzipped his pants, he spat on his hand and wiped the spit between the woman’s nice-size ass cheeks, then he rammed his dick inside the woman, blood raw, and the woman screamed out in pain, “Stop, stop! Please, please!” As she tried with all the strength she had to get away, she couldn’t and realized she was in a no-win situation, with the two niggas who untied her now holding her down. All she could do was cry out in pain and hope this would all come to an end. She knew it wasn’t a dream, ’cause she would’ve been woke up, so she knew this was really happening to her. As the man she loved watched, suddenly the nigga behind her, who was trying to rip her guts out stopped, and she knew it could only be God who heard her. As she heard her husband say stop.

“Oh, now you wanna talk? You ain’t so tough now,” Pokey told Mr. Big as he stayed inside the woman.

“No, nigga, I just want you to know the same way you did her, I promise I’mma do you,” Mr. Big said and laughed, “Ha, ha, ha, ha!”

“Oh nigga, you think this a joke? You find something funny?” Pokey said, pounding the woman again. With all he had watching blood ooze down the woman’s asshole, as Pokey was on the verge of cumming, he stopped and pulled out. “Never leave no DNA,” he said, stepping back, looking at the mess he made. “Damn,” he was saying in his mind, “I’m tripping, but fuck it.”

“Who’s next?” As he looked at Fatboy and Flick, they just shook their heads no.

“I’m good,” Fatboy said.

“Me too,” Flick followed suit.

“Shit, hold up, don’t speak for me,” Rim said. “I got this,” roughly flipping the woman on her back, grabbing both legs, and bending them over her head, ramming inside the woman’s bare back. As she lay motionless, Rim looked over at Mr. Big and seen tears in his eyes.

“Yeah, nigga, this what happens when a nigga wanna be tough. Nigga, take your cheddar and fuck your rat, now you crying like a bitch while fucking his wife.”

“All I can tell you,” Mr. Big said, “is get all you can while you can, ’cause if I ever catch you in this life or in hell, I’mma fuck you up. That’s my word. So just know and realize y’all are dead men walking,” Mr. Big said, watching his wife go in and out of consciousness.

As she looked over at Mr. Big for the last time before blacking out, she said, “This nigga would rather die than tell these niggaz where the money at. If I knew I would’ve been told,” she said, blacking out.

As Rim busted a nut inside the woman, he got up, zipped his pants up, and started telling his friends, “Man, y’all go head, the hoe got some fire-ass pussy.”

“Na’ll, that’s enough of that fuck shit, we came here for one thing. Now one thing done led to another. Let’s get this paper and bounce,” Fatboy said, looking at the bloody woman, covered in her own blood, remembering how kind the woman was to them complete strangers. “And she treated us like kings. She didn’t deserve this.” But he would never tell them that, ’cause he knew all they would scream was GABOS.

“Look, just tie the hoe back up!” Pokey screamed.

“Na’ll, ain’t no need for that, she out,” Fatboy said, watching as the blood still poured out from her ass.

“Look, man, let’s kill this nigga and burn up,” Flick said. “It’s obvious he ain’t gonna tell us where the money at, so we wasting our time.”

“No, fuck that,” Pokey said, walking around the room. “We ain’t come here for nothing.”

“We see that,” Fatboy said, looking at the woman, as he bent down and picked up the ripped robe and placed it over the woman’s naked, battered body.

“We came for that loot, and we ain’t leaving till we get it,” Pokey said, looking at his dog sideways. “These niggas aint made for this,” Pokey was thinking, as something came to his mind. “I got something that will make this nigga talk, as he walked back toward Mr. Big and pulled his head up, so he could look him in the eyes. “I told you before in my eyes you are dead. Look like I was right, wouldn’t you say so,” Pokey said, slapping Mr. Big in the face with three light touches. “If your look was a bullet, I’ll be dead,” Pokey said. “Look, somebody go grab me a knife from the kitchen right quick, see if a lil saying will work, a nigga will save his own life if you touch his skin. So let’s see, how true the words of Satan’s are.”

“Man, you might as well kill me, ’cause I ain't telling your punk-ass shit,” Mr. Big said out his mouth. But in his heart he knew he should’ve told the niggaz where the money was. But after what they did to his wife, he said, fuck it, he was thinking. As he felt a sharp point touch his neck, “You still don’t wanna talk?”

“Man, fuck you,” was the only words he got out, as the knife sliced through his thigh, Mr. Big tried to scream out in pain. But before he could, someone covered his mouth to bring the yell to just a mumble. As the woman slowly opened her eyes again, she looked over to see her husband bleeding from the head, now the leg. She tried to say something, but her words went unheard, as she started to say wait . . . , but the pain she felt inside her heart from her husband choosing money over love and her husband just watching her be raped was too much, and she passed back out. As Mr. Big tried to free himself, he saw his wife trying to say something, which brought joy to his heart, to know she was still alive. But before she got her words out, she blacked out again.

“Nigga, you ain’t getting up outta that chair, so you can stop trying,” Pokey said, watching Mr. Big struggle to free himself. “So you ready to talk or what?” And once again, he heard Mr. Big shout, “Nigga, fuck you!” And Pokey sliced him again, this time on the other leg, then in the chest. As blood gushed out from the open wounds, Mr. Big said, “Stop, I’mma tell you, but you gotta take me with you, ’cause you’ll never find it solo.”

“Is that so?” Pokey asked, knowing it could be a trap, but he had to take his chances while the nigga wanted to talk. “Okay, where the money at?”

“Then I just tell your lil punk ass. I can give you direction, but you’ll never find it.”

“All right, nigga, but if you on the bullshit, your wife will be the first to receive a one-way ticket to hell, and you’ll catch her with the next bullet train through ya head. Look, Lo-P, Rim, y’all gonna ride with me. Turtle, Fats, and Flick will stay here and guard this bitch,” Pokey said walking over to the lady, removing the robe and feeling her titties one last time before looking at Mr. Big to let him know he was dead ass for real. “Listen, untie this nigga, and if he try anything, kill him,” Pokey told Rim and Lo-P, who were nodding in the affirmative, looking ’round the house. Pokey noticed a cell phone sitting on the charger. Walking over to retrieve it, he took his own cell phone off and threw it to Fatboy.

“Look every twenty minute, I’mma hit you up to let you know all is good. If I don’t call, you know something with wrong. That means kill the bitch and burn up, okay?”

“I got you, nigga.” Just as Pokey and Fats got through talking, Turtle came out one of the other rooms, holding a fresh round of duct tape.

“That’s what’s up, Turtle. You always on point, now let’s tape this nigga up, like a Christmas present. First let’s tape the nigga’s feet. Now that that’s done taped his hands.”

“What about his mouth?” Rim asked, always asking a million questions.

“No, stupid-ass nigga. How we gonna get the direction if he can’t talk.”

“Oh yeah, you right,” Rim said, looking silly.

“All right, we got the nigga taped up. Now let’s load this nigga in the backseat,” Pokey said, watching Rim and Lo-P carry the nigga to the car. As Pokey was about to exit the door, he stopped. “Yo, Fatboy, you got this right?”

“Yeah, nigga, I got this,” Fatboy fired back, getting tired of this nigga thinking everybody was soft but him. “All right, I’ll hit you every twenty minutes, word!” 

Tucker has a heated interview with an activist defending MS-13 gang memb...

CNN Report: Massive LA Raids Take Down Many MS-13 Gang Members, Murderers

unknown But Real Talk

They can yell out Fake News, when its something about them.
Sometimes shit is made up
so some rich people can get their way
As I was told or I should say I listen too. As the words came out saying
"They are just niggers with straight hair"

Now don't get us wrong here on Gabos. Some shit is true.
Just like the KKK
Just like dirty Cops
Just like dirty Lawyers
Just like dirty Judges
Just like anyone who made it their business to fuck people lives up. 

            However, you can't keep bring up one races of people and put them in the same group as the bad seeds.
You trying to make a war and you don't care
You just want to see a show & the people who walk behind you don't see they are the ones in the line of fire and your your ass is safe.
If you did sometime wrong and the shit get up to you
what happen is what happen
but lie on a group of people because you don't like the way they look, dress,& some bad seeds
you will end up making a lot of bad seeds
Just a letter to us to send out so the world can see the truth.
We all have a past, If you keep bring up old shit, when people are trying to be better.
You will end up with an old, but better person who just may fuck you up and turn your lie into the truth.

Stop picking side and just ask for yourself, you grow you know everything on TV isn't true

MS-13's Active Members Are Laughing At Trump's Crackdown (HBO)

The Allegory of El Salvador’s ‘Dany Boy’: MS13 Gang Leader, Activist, or Both?

Written by Nicholas Phillips*

 

Monday, 25 September 2017

                                    

http://www.insightcrime.org/investigations/allegory-el-salvador-dany-boy-romero-ms13-gang-leader-activist-or-both

Part 1 of Chapter 22 ( Gabos )

Three and a Half Months Later

This Saturday night was the night they been waiting on. It’s been three and a half months since they killed and robbed Black. They made sixty-eight thousand off the four keys, selling them at seventeen apiece. But this is the one lick Fatboy and Flick hoped would get them out the game for good, so they can enjoy the fruits of their labor. As Fatboy, Flick, and Pokey sat inside the baser all-black Chevy with tinted window, they saw Turtle, Lo-P, and Rim pull up in another all-black Chevy that they had the same baser rent in his name. So if anything went wrong, the cars wouldn’t come back in their names. As Pokey pulled off, Turtle followed suit by following right behind them off to the journey at hand. The only difference was inside the ride that carried Fatboy and his to friends to their destination, it was quiet, the only sounds could be heard was the low sound of Tupac playing on the radio, “All I need in this life of sin, is me and my girlfriend, down the blocks to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend.” ’Cause all three boys were deep in thought, thinking about the outcome. If things didn’t go right, they knew it was a fifty-fifty chance they would either come out on top or be thrown to the bottom. Either way it was a chance they were willing to take. In the car following was Turtle and his two cousins, talking shit and loading every gun they brought with them.

In their minds, it’s already said, “We’ll rather be carried by six, then judge by twelve so everyone knew how they was going out. “Hold courts in the streets, thus style, back up front in the first tide.”

Fatboy finally broke the silence, “Dog, what’s up? Y’all good, ’cause y’all extra quiet tonight,” Fatboy said, looking at his two friends, he hoped not for the last time.

“Na’ll, dog, I’m cool, just mentally preparing myself for the battle at hand,” Pokey said.

“And I’m okay,” Flick said. “I’m just thinking ’bout my momma, and how she would go crazy if something happens to me. That’s why we gotta be on point,” Flick said.

“No fuckups. We feel you, lil dirty,” Pokey said. “But chill, we ’bout to pull up close to this nigga’s place of rest, so get yoself together,” Pokey advised his friends who started pulling on the ski masks and black gloves to go along with the black dickey outfit they were rocking just for this night.

“That’s what I’m talking ’bout,” Pokey said, watching his two friends go to work, pulling their masks over their face. “Y’all niggas act like y’all ready for war.”

“Ready for war, or ready to start a war?” Fatboy said.

“Dog, we ready for whatever,” Flick said. But if the truth was told, his heart was ready to jump out his chest and run back to the projects, but somehow he kept it in check.

“Look, we gonna be in and be out, unless it’s some problems,” Pokey said. “Listen, we gonna walk through these woods, it’s a path that leads to his house,” Pokey said, turning the car off, getting out. As he watched Turtle pull up alongside him, “What’s up? Y’all ready to set this bitch off like Jada?” Turtle said with a slight laugh, looking over, watching Rim and Lo-P pass the fire to Flick and Fatboy. As they were doing that, Pokey reached back inside the car and came back out, holding a baby Uzi.

“Damn, y’all niggas act like we ’bout to off the president, or rob the Twin Towers with all this fire we got,” Rim said.

“Damn, I thought the war was in Israel, not Ocala,” Lo-P said. And everyone laughed, trying to loosen up.

“Real shit though, it’s better to be safe than sorry,” Pokey said. “This a real live street nigga we dealing with, and nine times outta ten, the nigga ain’t going down without a fight,” Pokey said.

“Man, fuck that nigga, and fuck all this stalling. What’s the plan?” Turtle asked, while mean mugging.

“Check it,” Pokey said. “I know ain’t no dogs or video cameras, ’cause don’t nobody know this where the famous Mr. Big rest his head at. So shit should be gravvy getting in the house, as long as we go unnoticed, that is, I’ve been watching this nigga every move for the last three and a half months, and I never saw anyone come or go besides his wife and daughter.” With that being said, Pokey began to think, “It will be fucked up if I let something happen to Trirena who’s supposed to be my lil sister. Listen y’all, when we kick the door in, don’t nobody open fire, unless a bitch bust on us first. If it’s more than one person in the house, don’t kill nobody without asking me,” Pokey said.

“Man, you tripping,” Lo-P said, sliding the hammer back on the ark.

“Look, nigga, either you gonna follow our lead, or you can burn up now and go on ’bout your business,” Pokey said, angry. “Your choice.”

“Man, y’all niggas on some sucker shit, a nigga supposed to shoot first, ask questions last,” Lo-P said. “But this once, I’mma follow y’all lead, but the first sign of trouble, I’m doing me,” Lo-P said, looking Pokey square in the eyes.

“All right, no more said,” Pokey said, pulling the ski mask down over his face, as Turtle followed suit. “The plan is get in, get out, with as much as we can get from this nigga, y’all got that?” Pokey asked. As everyone was locked in on the house up ahead and as they creep up on the house, it began to rain.

“Look at this. Luck must be rolling with us tonight. Now with the rain, it will drown out some of the noise we may have to make.” As they started toward the door, they saw a light go out, then another one. “Well, we know somebody home,” Pokey said.

“Now what?” Fatboy asked.

“We wait ’bout ten minutes, give or take, to give whoever that is, time to relax and get comfortable.” Ten minutes later, Pokey said, “Let’s do this,” watching everyone get up off the ground, fire in hand.

“Lo-P, you and Rim, sneak up to the door, and on the count of 3, kick the door in, and we gonna run in and catch whoever off guard,” Pokey said. “Y’all ready, 1, 2, 3!” Boom, the door flew off the hinges, as Pokey, Fats, Turtle, and Flick ran inside the house with gats out, screaming, “One wrong move, bitch, you die,” as Rim and Lo-P came in right after them.

“Damn, this easy,” Pokey was thinking. “Caught the nigga slipping, here it is. This nigga ’bout to get robbed, and we catch him lying on the sofa with his wife.”

“How sweet, look like y’all was about to enjoy a nice movie,” Turtle said, looking at the woman on screen eat another woman’s pussy. “Damn, y’all freaky.”

“Nigga, get ya bitch ass us. And if you wanna live, you better not try shit!” Pokey screamed, sticking the fire in Mr. Big’s face. As Mr. Big sat up, he looked at the masked man and asked Pokey, “So this how you repay a nigga that fed your ass, huh?”

Caught off guard by the question, Pokey became heated and screamed, “Bitch nigga, what you just said, nigga? What you just said, don’t sweat it jitterbug.” Never knowing Mr. Big said what he said, testing the nigga reaction, ’cause everything about the masked man made him feel like this was his own son. And if his gut reaction told him right, he already knew if he made it out of this alive, he would kill his own son.

“Nigga, oh, you wanna play deaf?” Pokey said, slapping Mr. Big in the face with the pistol in his hand, which made a crushing sound, as blood poured from his nose. The force of the hit brought Mr. Big outta his thinking, “Look, nigga, we can do this two ways, the easy way or the hard way, it’s your choice. So I’mma be nice and give you thirty seconds to decide, what you wanna do?” Pokey said, counting out loud, as Mr. Big just looked on in defeat.

“Listen, tie that bitch up to a chair or something, just in case she wanna be superwoman,” Pokey screamed. As he stopped counting as he watched Fatboy place the gun to the woman’s head and politely say, “Get your ass up, and, bitch, you better not scream or say shit, unless you want to leave this earth with a hole in your head.” As the woman got up, she was shaking so bad, her blouse came open, revealing a perfect body with a fat pussy and nice-size titties. As everybody stared at the nude lady, she pulled her blouse together and tried to cover herself the best way she could. But Lo-P snatched the whole blouse off, leaving her standing there naked and shaking.

“Bitch, sit down,” Lo-P said, and the woman slowly walked to the chair and sat down, with tears in her eyes.

“Nigga, your thirty seconds is up, what you choose?” Pokey asked Mr. Big.

“Nigga, I ain’t got shit here, and she ain’t got nothing to do with this,” Mr. Big said in a calm voice, not blinking, just staring through the ski mask Pokey wore.

“Look, y’all two,” Pokey said, pointing at Fatboy and Flick, “go check every room in this bitch, and make sure nobody else is here.”

“Nigga, ain’t nobody here, you ain’t got to worry. It’s nobody here but y’all and us,” Mr. Big said, nodding his head toward his wife.

“Fuck, nigga, ain’t nobody ask you shit,” Pokey said. Pointing to Turtle, “Dog, roll with them, I got them two,” he said, pointing at Lo-P and Tim. As he kept his gun to Mr. Big’s head, he watched as his three friends went in different directions, trying to find more prey. “Now, listen, if you wanna make it through this, all I wanna know is where is all the money.”

“Nigga, I told you I don’t keep nothing here,” Mr. Big said.

“Nigga!” Bam, bam Pokey slapped Mr. Big with the gun. “Who the fuck you yelling at? You think a nigga playing with your bitch ass, that’s what you think. You think this a game, nigga?”

“No, all I see is history repeating itself, Pokey,” Mr. Big said.

“What, damn, this nigga know it’s me,” Pokey was thinking. “Well, looks like you want live after all,” Pokey said, snatching the mask off, revealing his identity. “’Cause you can call it history repeating itself, the difference is, it won’t be nobody coming to your rescue. So like I said, you can make it easy or hard.”

“Nigga, fuck you!” Mr. Big yelled. “Suck my dick, lil punk-ass nigga. I’m the same nigga who put ya punk ass on, now you on some cutthroat shit!” Mr. Big kept yelling till he heard Pokey said, “GABOS, game ain’t based on sympathy, nigga. The whole time I’ve been plotting on your ass. See, sometimes you gotta play up under a nigga to get what you really want.”

“Is that so,” Mr. Big said, trying to get out the chair, but it was no use. Pokey hit him with the gun again, damn near knocking him out cold. As blood oozed down his face, he felt himself being tied up to the chair that was holding him up. As he lifted his head, he looked Pokey dead in the eyes and said, “Lil nigga, you better make sure you kill me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, it’s taken care of,” Pokey said, patting Mr. Big on the head. Just as Pokey took a step back, Mr. Big spat a glob of blood at him, missing by a feet.