I tied a rope around Jose's wrist. I'm now at the point, I question why my psychotic put the whisk in his mouth.
I say rope but I really mean an extension cord from the living room. I got this nigga out here looking like a whole stripper with no clothes on. "Follow the lead."
"Fuck you!" Jose muffles. I go to his car or somebody's vehicle, if I steal a car right now, I certainly don't give a fuck. We need to get this goddamn baby back.
I open the back door and tell Jose to get in. I tie the cord to the stirring wheel and get in the car. "One." I hold up a finger. "Where is the puppet. Two, who is the puppet."
"Probably fucking Monty--And another motherfuckin' thing. What the fuck is this?"
"Who is Monty?"
"A nigga."
"Nigga give me details!"
"Monty is big ass African that used to go to church and eat up all the damn Eucharist before service and one time he pissed during choir rehearsal."
"Why?"
Jose clicked his tongue. "Man said the spirit made him do it. Montgomery was obsessed with this goddamn statue in church. I mean, the little fat fuck was caught with his pants down."
"Are black or other?"
"I'm fucking Mexican!" he sneers. "No puedo creer que seas estúpido, solo pregúntame. ¡No oyes el español en mi tono, cabrón retrasado!" his eyes glow pink.
I didn't understand shit. "King Cottonmouth is dead? So is this a new body? First, second, third--"
"I save bodies." he said. "Try 16th."
"This is the 16th body you've been in? Yo spirit must be dying."
Jose barks at me, "Pero no estoy muerto, nigga."
"You are. The obayifo line is a ball of light. That shit kills the glow."
"And!" he snaps. "You think a nigga gon quit smoking because he got cancer?"
He answers his own question. "No! I've been doing this shit for years!"
"How did you die?" I'm completely off subject. "Probably because of the fucking eye--WHY THE FUCK AM I NAKED?" he yells. "Got my damn dick out towards the sun and shit I'm finna have a broke ass dick. You some kind of sick ass nigga to do somebody like this. You ain't got good sense!"
"If Monty--Montgomery could go somewhere where would he go?"
"Fucking--who the hell you asking?" he held his eyes open. "I don't talk to Monty. He used to lynch niggas. He thought killing with rope was oh so fucking lovely."
"An African that likes lynching people? Do you hear yo self?"
"Nah. Pero puedo oír esto."
"What?"
"Is we going to McDonald like this?"
"That's not what you said."
He gasped, "You do understand me."
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MONTY!"
"I DON'T KNOW!" he kicks the back of the seat. "Montgomery is supposed to be dead!"
"Then why is he alive!"
Jose seats still, he tongues the inside of his cheek. "He praises the antichrist."
"What?"
"He. Praises. The. Anti. Christ." he sounds out. "Say it like I'm deaf." I mock. "Wah, Wah, Wah-Wah--Wah Wah Wah waa Wah."
I hate this nigga. "Look, just a guess in the moon," Jose smirks. "He went to church."
"Church? What building?"
"I don't know. My old body is gone. I don't even have my church."
"What about Dayshia?"
"I'm a pedo."
"But you called me sick?" I'm talking to a major hypocrite. I would drive into that just to make a nigga feel bad. "What did you do to Dayshia?"
"I kept her and Valentina in my church. I'm a Spanish pimp." he looked at his feet. "I know. I would sell, carter, and eat."
"The fuck that mean?" my lip lifts in disgust. "I SELL, CARTER, AND EAT--"
"I outta smack the God shit outta you, you don't fucking carter little girls."
Jose sits back. He shrugs, "At least they had a roof over they head."
"Imma kill you."
"And I will rise again," he hisses at me.
I don't have my grandpa helping me. I don't know Houston like that. I'm straight Virginian. "Name one church you know?" I say. He looks at the ceiling of the car and back at me. "Lakewood Church right here in Houston." he stares me, almost sulking. "Is Day-Day really dead?"
"Yeah. Why the hell you care?"
"I mean I cared about them girls..." he tossed his eyes. We sit still for a minute. I find myself reach to the back of the car and beating this nigga with his shirt and hair in my palms. "YOU RAPED CHILDREN!" My fist pounds the side of his head. "GODDAMN!"
"TYOU SITTING HERE LIKE RAPE IS A CAUSAL FUCKING ACTIVITY!" I howl.
"IT IS IF YOU IN JAIL!"
"So you trying to cope about having another man's dick in yo ass?"
"Well, fuck me, it hurt!"
I squint my eyes. I just wanna choke him. "Are you fucking with me?"
He sits back silent. "I thought we was going to church?"
I
Am
DONE
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.
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I got a naked ass Mexican blacker than coal in the backseat. I'm nauseous knowing this nigga got a dick for Toys R Us. I'm driving obeying traffic lights and signs. I pull over to the nearest 7-11 I see.
"Hey!" I yell out the window at a group of niggas just standing. "Y'all know where the nearest church is?"
"Don't nobody go to church!" yells a negro with a white tank top and brown cargo pants. "Shut up Bobbie!" demands the brother dressed nicely. "I just got back from church in fact. The nearest is Lakewood."
"Can you tell me where?"
"Head down Fairdale Lane, you gon make a right. You gotta make a U turn then go left on the Lane." I gotta make a what? "Turn right on Chimney Rock."
"Alright."
"You ain't paying attention," states Jose.
"Make a left at Richmond." he stops to think. "I just--"
"Shuriq, yo ass ain't right man." a man dressed in a suit comes to get the other. "I'm sorry my brother here was just helping the clerk from getting robbed. His head a bit fucked up."
"That's alright. Thanks anyway man."
As I pull off, I can't help but eye Jose in the rearview mirror. "You trying to get me lost?"
"No." he sneers. "Yo ass don't listen. I got an eye in my home. Its probably following me."
"What eye?" I jitter and the car rubs the road. "What the fuck."
"That eye!" Jose sinks in the seat. A large red eye blinks slowly. I hear an eerie voice "I… see… you…"
"What the fuck is that!"
"The goddamn eye!: Jose screams. "What else is it called?"
"ɹǝpunʅq ɐ oʇuᴉ noʎ ɓuᴉpɐǝʅ suᴉs ɹnoʎ ǝǝs uɐɔ I."
"What is it saying!" I shout. The windows vibrate. My eyes are wet. "·ɓuᴉssᴉɯ ǝɹɐ noʎ ʇɐɥʍ ʍouʞ noʎ ǝsnɐꓛ ·ǝɯ ǝǝs noʎ uǝɥʍ ʎɹɔ no⅄." The eye opens wider. "Ǝ͑⅄͉͈͉ͤ̈̐Ǝ ̬̜̌̄ꓤ̞̺̫͊͐ͯƎ͐ͮ̂H͙͉ͪͯ W̰͉̱͂ͧ̐Ɐ͓̳ ͉͕I!"
A light blast from the eye and my soul is burning. Jose screams at the top of his lungs. I hear his body crack. My hand disappears as well as part of my face.
The light dies and all I see is scattered cars. "God fucking damn!" Jose shrieks. I look in the backseat. His flesh is like damaged concrete. "I can't move!"
"What the fuck was that?"