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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.30 – SWAY’S READY
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DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.29 – JUST RELAX
We’d stacked the loot into a heap on the coffee table. Sway was edging and facing as I did a count. “From what we sold and what you got off Mandy, we got about fifty-eight hundred right here.”
DOPE BOY CHRONICLES – EPISODE #1.28 – SWAY’S REVENGE
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CHEVRON – NORTHWEST HIGHWAY – 10:17 p.m.
A car pulled behind us and stopped.
I checked my mirrors. It was Mandy’s Cadillac.
“Stay here, Sway.” As her door swung open, I quickly stepped out, heading towards her.
She stood smiling. “Andre!”
“Don’t ever pull up on me like that.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Two times this week… Is this like your new spot or something?”
“Yeah, I’ve been having good luck ever since I saw you. I tried calling…”
“What’s up?”
“I have your money!” She pulled a stack of cash from her hip pocket. “Here… This is what I owe you, and this is for a hundred if you have one.”
I did a quick count. “You gave me too much…”
“No, that’s you… For looking out.”
“If you got it like that. Thanks. Hold on.”
She peered through the rear window tint. “I didn’t know you had someone with you.”
“Yeah, just a friend.” I kept Mandy in my peripheral vision as I leaned in. “Hand me a hundred, Sway.”
“Did she see me?”
“She knows somebody’s in the car, but she doesn’t know it’s you. Just wait right here, I’ll only be a second.”
Mandy grinned. “Yeah, Andre. I’m up and down here every day. They’re doing all this road construction… Those tricks are easy money, too. No problems.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re back up… I’ll get with you though… We’re about to go and hang out. Chill.”
“You got a girlfriend now? What’s her name? Can I meet her?”
“Maybe some other time.”
“Come on, Andre. Let me meet the girl.”
I firmed. “Another time, Mandy.”
“Be like that…” Suddenly, her face was flushed with shock. Her eyes widened. “What the fuck?!”
“How long are you going to keep my man out here, bitch?!” Sway leapt with hands to Mandy’s throat, taking her to the ground.
“Bitch! I’m going to fuck you up! Get off me, bitch! Get off me!”
Sway got her footing. She began swinging long and wide, tagging Mandy with fists to the head and to the face.
She pushed Sway away, making it to her feet, but it was brief. Following two uppercuts, one to the chin and the other to the nose, Mandy toppled over onto her back.
“Owe! Alright! Alright!” Sway continued, pounding, pummeling, punch after punch. “Make her stop, Andre! Please make her stop. It hurts!”
“Oh, it hurts, bitch?! You didn’t give a fuck about me when I was being hurt, did you?!”
“I’m sorry!”
“When Rosebud was kicking my ass, you didn’t say a word, bitch!”
“What was I supposed to do?! He was going to beat me, too! I was scared!”
“You laughed, bitch! I saw you! You thought it was fucking funny! You enjoyed that shit! Now enjoy me whipping your ugly ass, ho!”
Sway moved in with kicks to the ribs, legs, arms, and to Mandy’s breast. “Andre, please!” A stomp to the head slammed Mandy’s face into the brittle cement, opening a deep gash across her brow. Blood spurted, painting the pavement a bright crimson. “Oh my god!”
“Don’t call god, bitch! God can’t help you tonight!”
Mandy tried clumsily to stand. Her legs were stretched behind her. Her palms flat as she attempted to right herself.
With her heels, Sway crushed at Mandy’s hands and fingers.
Mandy gave up, accepting her fate. She collapsed into a fetal ball, lying in her own blood, battered and defeated.
Sway leaned over, scolding. “Next time, bitch, get permission from me to address my man. You do it again, bitch, and I’ll break you down.” Sway paused. “Bitch, what are you carrying? How much you got?” She searched her pockets, pulling out a few small bills. “Give me that coke back, too, bitch!”
Sway rifled through the Cadillac. She held up a roll of cash. “Got it!”
“That’s Rosebud’s money, Sway! He’s going to kill me.”
“What, bitch?! It’s my man’s money now!”
CLUB ECSTASY – PARKING LOT – 10:38 p.m.
The line was outside the door and along the side of the building. Sway was checking her makeup as I sorted out the coke.
“You think you can handle all of these?” I opened the Ziploc. “I can give you half now, and maybe we can come back and get the rest.”
Sway snatched it from my hand. “Stay right here.”
She opened the door. “Wait, what?”
“Stay right here. I’ll be back in five minutes.”
“Sway…”
She sped across the lot between the parked cars, taking the back of the line. Within moments, a crowd gathered around her.
I began to get nervous. I’d made up my mind. I was going to go and get her.
However, my worries were relieved. Sway was hurrying towards me. I drove up ahead, meeting her. She hopped in. “Go!”
I made a U-turn heading towards the exit. “What’s going on?! What happened?!”
“Security was coming.”
“Why didn’t we just go in like planned? Now what are we going to do with all those twenties?”
“What twenties?”
“The…” Sway smiled, flashing the Ziploc. It was filled with cash.
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LIBERTINE DREAMS – WHERE ARE YOU, MANDY?
Where are you, Mandy? I miss all the great times we had together. Last I heard, you were somewhere in New York. I hope you’re safe. Whatever the situation, you know I got you…
Creole Gaudet
LIBERTINE DREAMS – GIRL 214
Spring is coming and will be here before I can blink an eye. Script, locations, gear, props, vehicles, and a continued courage to guerrilla shoot in some of the most troublesome areas of Dallas, Texas. Girl 214.
Creole Gaudet
LIBERTINE DREAMS – WHERE THE MAGIC HAPPENS
For me, the right mood is everything. Often, an idea will hit me while I’m in the middle of doing something that has absolutely nothing to do with writing or creating. I could be at an NFL game, a gentlemen’s club, or shopping at the mall.
For me, it’s always a good idea to jot that idea down right away so that it’s still in its original, fresh form. If I don’t, it begins to fade away.
It’s like a vivid dream that, once you awake, you immediately begin to lose it. It’s like our brain has turned the dream off and is now focusing on the environment. It may be some type of natural, built-in survival mechanism that humans have. I don’t know.
I just know that it’s nice when I get to my mental place, I can sort out my notes and begin copying and transferring them to a fresh file for storage.
However, as what usually happens, as I’m writing my notes, my mind, unlike when trying to go back to sleep to chase that vivid dream, instead, goes back to that creative space where I’d come up with that idea, and it gives me more.
What was only a note or two has now morphed into five or ten pages, and I credit that to my desk, my headphones for music, my candles, my box of charms and whatnots, my Mont Blanc, and my Zulu coconut.
Creole Gaudet
LIBERTINE DREAMS – DEAR EILEEN
To my dear, good friend. You’ve been there along with me as we’ve both gone through thick and thin. I wish every moment of each day that I could be there for you. Wherever you are, I hope with everything in me that you’re doing well.
Creole Gaudet
LIBERTINE DREAMS – A TRIP TO THE MARKET
Often when the weather is nice, I will take the DART to Downtown Dallas to walk around the Art’s distict, grab a bit to eat at a café, and shop for groceries.
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VIEUX CARRÉ – PROLOGUE
Her cherry red lips, puffed and pillowed, were a Palicourea elata in bloom. Below her thick, naturally arched eyebrows were a pair of penetrating but soft and inviting green eyes that contrasted beautifully with her light brown skin.