Free 24th and Dixie by Author Ron C Page A

already got some hoz lined up. We can’t pick them bitches up now,” Kane reminded his brother.
    “Bro, you trippin’. Three bitches better than two,” Able joked.
    “Man, we can get ‘dem ghetto ass bitches anytime,” Kane said.
    “We can get Roslyn and Quanita anytime too,” Able made his point.
    Kane just shrugged with a smile like whatever.
    “So y’all tryna roll with us or what?” Able asked them. Before either girl could respond the sound of a loud horn blaring interrupted everyone’s thoughts.
    “What the hell?” Kane said and looked through his rearview. There was a car close on his bumper, and the driver was honking his horn like he was a stone fool.
    “Get the fuck out the road nigga!” The man rudely yelled. The man was dark-skinned with a bushy, nappy beard, and a head full of nappy hair. He looked to be in his early forties, and it was obvious he had zero respect for youngsters.
    He continued honking the horn in his big Buick LeSabre. “Get the fuck out the road young niggas! Don’t make me get out this got damn car!” He threatened.
    “Man, tell ‘dat fuck nigga to go around!” Kane spat angrily.
    “Drive around nigga!” Able yelled out of the window and gestured with his arm.
    “I ain’t going around shit! Get out da’ fuckin’ road! You young niggaz ain’t got no respect! I oughta cut ya balls off and give ‘em back to ya pappy! Apparently he’s a sorry muthafucka too!”
    The girls found the fool to be pretty funny and burst into laughter. Kane and Able were shocked at the man’s bold mouth and could not believe what he was saying.
    “This nigga got a lot of mouth,” Able said to Kane.
    “Bold,” Kane said.
    BONK! BONK! BONK! BONK! BONNNKKKKK!!!! The man held the horn and literally began to piss the twins off.
    “Man, what the fuck wrong with you nigga? Go yo ass around fool!” Able yelled out of the window.
    “Fuck you!” The man fired back and threw up his middle finger. “You young punk ass similac babies ain’t worth a damn! Ya mama should’ve choked you with the umbilical cord and threw you back in her funky coochie!”
    The girls burst into laughter again as the fool continued to throw degrading remarks at the twins.      
    “Bro, you wanna smoke this muthafucka?” Able asked.
    Kane grabbed his Glock .40 from under the seat, and he and able got out of the truck simultaneous, each with a .40 Caliber in hand. “What’s all that tuff shit you talking nigga?” Kane growled at the man. Shots erupted and sounded like a gun range as bullets pumped through the windshield and changed Carl Casper’s life forever. He was hit at least twelve times in the chest area and was dead on arrival.
    “Y’all ain’t see shit and y’all don’t know shit!” Able told the girls who were laughing earlier.
    “And we mean that Kiera,” Kane added calling out one of the girls’ real name. The Range Rover sped off, and the girls ran off not wanting to be witnesses. A man had lost his life all because he chose not to drive around someone who was blocking the street.
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    Back on the avenue on 24 th and Dixie, C-Brook and his crew were hanging out by the curve shooting dice when they heard the gunshots. Besides selling drugs all day this was all they did because their life didn’t consist of much at all. C-Brook was the self-proclaimed leader on the Av. and had a few simple minded flunkies under him. It was the regular crew hanging out. J-Smith, Breze, CJ, Ron, and Wild-Man. A lot of people often thought C-Brook and J-Smith were brothers because of their similarities. They were both twenty-eight, long dreadlocks, dark-skinned, and a slender build. Wild-Man was the oldest of the crew. He wasn’t really a part of their crew but hung out on the Av a lot, so he blended in with them. He was thirty-two and looked like his nickname. He was very dark with an unkempt beard, a long nappy goatee, and a mouth full of bad gold. He was tall and lean.
    CJ and Breze were both under