Chapter 27: People Change, Dammit!

When he had been roused back to consciousness by Mrs. Muriel, Buddha sat up and Mr. Curtis snatched the old fedora from Buddha’s head. He started trying to shape the hat, then looked at Buddha disapprovingly when the hat didn’t fit just right. Buddha shook his head and thought, ‘Yeah, it’s him.’ Spider grabbed Buddha’s…

Chapter 26: Thor’s Hammer

A bright yellow school bus creaked to a noisy halt and a platoon of rambunctious uniformed children spilled out, happy to be through another day of school. Prince Love was at his usual place seated across from a pointy-haired punk rocker clad in a leather spiked jacket adorned on the back with a huge Misfits…

Chapter 25 : Black Wednesday

7th Ward Hard Heads, Latin Kings, Men of Blood, psychics, hookers, gutter punks, and pastry chefs all filed past her coffin. There was no distinction of rank or file, no order or clique-ish unity. A sea of black and gold Latin Kings were interspersed among the visceral bloods and accented with the bright blue of…

Chapter 24: 11 Bullets, 2 Guns, 1 Dead

They were working through the gate at St. Vincent’s when Bobby said, “Live it up, little bro, ‘cause that could be you knocked out next time.” “Actually that’s the first fight I’ve ever been in.” “And he fights dirty. I saw the brass knuckles from a block away,” interrupted Julian Polk coming through the gate…

Chapter 21: The Perfect Crime

“Mrs. Jesi! Mrs. Jesi! I think someone needs to come up here. Oh my God, it’s horrible! It’s horrible! Oh God!” “Calm down Esmerelda. Show me what you’re talking about.” “We should call la policia!” “Just hold on. Let me see first. Where is the problem?” “In little Max’s room! Pictures of dead people! Horrible…

Chapter 19: Rambo’s Storm

KRAPOW KRAPOWCHTZ “Dang worn out piece of junk,” George cursed as the chain slipped off the Dyno while hopping the curb. The frightened freestylist jumped and let out a yelp as a bolt of lightening struck the huge bronze statue of Andrew Jackson that adorned Jackson Square. The smell of stale beer and fried food…

Chapter 18: Mad Max

By the time the kids started working at the voodoo shop, Miss Cara had been completely rehabilitated. She had been drug-free for five years, regained custody of Spider, and even was a narcotics anonymous sponsor at the Grace House meetings on Camp Street. As a matter of fact, she was Jesi’s sponsor. Jesi had been…