Friday, March 30, 2012

in country (indio) pt. 2

"so did you ever move into those pink apartments?"

  "yeah a few weeks ago actually"

  "right on. i gotta friend that lives in those apartments. i was considering moveing in there because like the rents all cheap n shit and the studios are pretty big n shit but then i was like 'fuck that man', theres a bunch of niggers that live around there and i dont want my car to get fucked with"

  he said it so casually and so naturally it made me chuckle a little bit and that made him think he was being funny so he laughed.

  "HA!HA!HA!HA!!! YOU know what im talkin about?! HA!HA!HA!HA!!"-
but i wasnt amused because i thought he was funny. i was amused because i thought he was a fuckin morron. like when you see a kid with severe downs syndrome sneeze

  they just stand there


  with snot and drool dripping from their face

  nobody really knows too much about john nobles before he came here. the few storys that you find about him all say the same thing: he came to california from oklahoma fleeing the dust bowl and some how managed to purchase a ranch property from dr. reynaldo carreon (the dude the streets named after) in an era when black folks werent alowed to purchase land deeds. how and why carreon came to this deal with nobles is unkown. who ever did know the details had either died or moved on, not thinking or careing to share the story with antybody because nobody gave a shit about a niggers history untill the '92 riots woke every body the fuck up.

  she worked at the shoe store in the mall. when she was working by herself she would call me and beg me come see her. when i would get there she would hide me in the back office. it was fortunate for me that the indio mall was such a barron shit hole because in between customers she would go back ther to sit on my lap and pull up her shirt up so i could suck on her tits while she dry humped me. then we would hear the ding dong of the sensor out front that signaled a customer walking in the store and she would give me one last kiss, sucking on my tongue as she pulled away, and run out front as she pulled her shirt and skirt back down. even though we never fucked in that back office i consider those some of the most erotic sexual experiences i ever had in my life just because of the intensity of the forbidden teenage highschool lust that we had unleashed........................... and indulged in.

  those were the days when girls actually liked to get fingerbanged. they didnt care if a boy was doing it all wrong. they were just excited that the cute boy they liked was touching their pussy. its not till later, with more experience, that they realized how turned off they are by a mother fucker that doesnt know what the fuck hes doing. most older chicks, or at least most of the older chicks i know, only let other chicks finger bang them now.

  her co-worker was covering her lunch so we went out the back office door to make out and hand job and finger bang in the alley behind the mall. on one side of the alley was the mall. on the other side of the alley was ol' john nobles' ranch.

  being the only black property owner in the east valley john nobles would sell portions of his land to other black famillys that moved to the desert knowing that they werent allowed to buy land from the local government. because of this nobles ranch had become the black part of indio inspite of the citys legislative efforts to keep that from happening........and indio has resented this ever since.

  i had her pressed against the wall with one hand holding her leg, that she had wrapped around me, while the other one was inside her unbuttoned pants grabbing her ass.

  "oh my god the cops are here!!" she whisperd

  we both stoped and looked over at a cop car popping its lights. but they werent trying to fuck with us. they were on the otherside of the alley shakeing down three black dudes who were standing at an open section of a brick wall that sepperated the neighborhood from the we kept going at it. they couldnt see us in the corner we were in.

  it seemed like this time we were gonna actually fuck but we heard the black dudes start shouting and the cops start shouting back so we put our clothes back on and took a look around the corner wnen one of the dudes spoted us.


  one of the cops had one of the dudes on his knees while he was chokeing the shit out of him with his nite stick. the other cop had his gun pointed at the other dudes. the cops saw us and in one quick move cuffed the chokeing mother fucker, threw him in the back of the car, and drove off.

  they ran up to us


  she answered

  "we saw them chokeing him and then they cuffed him and took off"

  "yall didnt see shit before that?"

  "naw..." i stepped in, "we just heard every body yelling and took a peak."

  at that point you could see in their eyes that we were worthless to them as witnesses.

  as it turned out they were just chillin smokin a cigarette when the cops rolled up and started fuckin with them. at one point one of the cops told one of them to put out their cigarette so he flicked it on the ground and put it out with the bottom of his shoe. thats when the cop tried to cite him for littering. he refused to give the cop his name because it was the cop that told him to put the cigarette out in the first place and thats when the cop put him in the choke hold for resisting arrest.

  they knew that with out us seeing what lead up to that choke hold all the cops had to say was that he ressisted arrest. they were used to this shit. it happened all the time.


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