Eye Of A Doughboy: 28 Grams by ExcuseMe Legend aka Doughboy Wee - HTML preview

EPILOGUE

I spotted a high-end sports-car lurking in a blind spot.  The car stuck out like sore thumb because it was a Lamborghini Gallardo.  You just don't come across Lambs in the city.  Let alone a gold-painted Lamborghini Gallardo!!

The Lamb stood out substantially.  Not only by it's stature but by the position it was parked.  It was parallel parked in a handicap spot facing the facility exit.  It tripped me out to the point I got to scratching my head because I coulda swore that was my Lamborghini.  I walked closer and knew it was mines by the set of Yokohama tires.  I had 28GRAM$ engraved in the tires and the dust-plates.  I could hear the turnkey asking where I was going but I just kept walking.  At this point,  the Lamb came zipping out the blind spot like a bat out of hell.  The window rolled down and Cupid smiled.  She smiled so hard her dimples erected to her ears.  I ain't no smile connoisseur but I could tell she was happy to see me and only lord knows I was happy to see her too.  I looked at my Patek and the short leg was on 11 and the long leg was tipping past 58.  Which means I had a minute-and-twenty-eight-seconds left and I had alot to say"Ladybug I love you and I missed you.  I'm sorry for all the pain I caused and I'm sorry for being disloyal.  I hear you going to school for culinary arts? "I spoke so fast I didn't even remember what I said.  To much of my surprise,  Cupid was not in the talking mood.  She ordered me to get in the car and"HURRY WHILE DOING IT"

"GET IN THE CAR?I GOTTA TURN MYSELF IN LADY-BUG"

"GET IN THE CAR JAMAL"

"DID U HEAR ME?"

"YES I HEARD YOU BUT I WANT YOU TO GET IN THE CAR NOW"Cupid voice broke up badly and her eyes got watery and right before my eyes she began to cry heavily.  It was extremely difficult to watch because her tears were piercing through my eyelids and squeezing into my soul.  I began to cry and it felt like blisters were forming under my eyes.  My closed eye felt like it was re-opening by the swells.  It might sound crazy but that's how it felt.  On my momma! "Ma'am I don't know who you are but you gone have to pull this thang off Federal grounds.  He's under federal custody"The turnkey piped in flashing his flashlight and handcuffs.  He spoke so calm cool and collective. 

"THIS MY WIFE.  GIVE US A SECOND.  I GOT 28-OF-EM!" "27-TO-BE-EXACT.  Anything after that you are a fugitive.  HURRY"The turnkey warned bite-lipped. 

"FUCK YOU HOUSE NIGGA!"I snapped because he was breathing up my neck and back!When I snapped Cupid snapped saying"YEA FUCK YOU-YOU HOUSE-NIGGA-PIECE-OF-SHIT.  GET IN THE CAR NOW JAMAL LORENZO SMITH!"Cupid flashed my dad Rolex I gifted her as webbing present!

The turnkey took upon himself to jump in between me,  the Lamb,  and Cupid saying"YOUNG LADY.  I WOULD TREAD LIGHTLY IF I WAS YOU.  YOU CAN GET YOURSELF IN BIG PROBLEM DEALING WITH A GUY LIKE THIS.  IT'S CALLED HARBORING A FUGITIVE.  ALL I HAVE TO DO IS SAY THE BUZZWORD AND A 100 GUARDS WILL COME RUNNING.  "The turnkey spoke like a real top-flight.  His rant had me and Cupid rolling on the floor,  so to speak.  I'm talking about that loud-choking-for-yo-breathe-laugh.  Cupid upped a gigantic heater out and pointed at the turnkey saying"BUZZWORD THIS PUSSY!I BET YO 100GUARDS AIN'T GOT ONE OF THESE"Cupid advertised her crispy 9- millimeter.  A.  K.  A Mac-11,  adding"FUCK WHAT HE TALKING ABOUT JAMAL.  GET INNNNN"Cupid shouted to the top of her lungs pointing the Mac-11 at the dashboard or better yet the digital dash.  She pressed a button on the steering wheel and a 13.  5 inch dash screen lit up with various options.  She skipped pass the navigation system and music and touch-screened the telephone.  With the press of a index finger Cupid dialed into a number she had saved as BANGLADESH!!!The line picked up and a beeping sound segued into an operational voice saying PLEASE HOLD WHILE I LOCATE YOUR INFORMATION; YOUR CHECKING ACCOUNT AVAILABLE BALANCE IS:NINETY ONE MILLION,  EIGHT HUNDRED NINETY EIGHT THOUSAND,  SEVEN HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SIXTY DOLLARS,  AND TWO CENTS.  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  THIS REFLECTS THE MOST CURRENT INFORMATION AVAILABLE ON YOUR ACCOUNT.  .  .  .  .  .  . 

Cupid shot the Mac-11 in the air and me and the turney jumped back.  We both had whiplash and we wasn't even shooting the thang.  Cupid revved on the gas yelling for me to make my move.  At this point,  my my tether bracklet started going off.  I'm talking out of control beeps.  I looked at the turnkey and the turnkey looked at me.  WHAT YOU THINK I DID?

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