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Anyway they begged her to letthem take me along and she knew they wouldn’ let nothin’ bad happen to me… So Istarted ridin’ with them, to all the clubs and pool halls. The first time I wentwith them, they came into this place wearing checkered pants, cuffs up high ontheir legs, looked like bumpkins. One big ol’ guy and a little bitty skinnyone, standin’ together, looked to me like a number 10! When they walked in, thesharks started smilin’ to themselves, an' lickin’ their chops!
And they would hoorah oneanother, one be tryin’ to shoot, the other sayin’ “MAIN, what you doin’, youdon’ know what you doin’! You cain’t shoot pool!” Instead of hoorahin’ theother guys, they would hoorah each other, and it had an effect on the guysplayin’ against ‘em. Built up their confidence. They jus’ knew they had acouple of suckuhs. They would act like they were nervous an’ frustrated, jawback an’ forth, all the while playing a bad game on purpose, an’ the othersgrinnin’ real big. They would make small bets at first, lose a little money-then build up to big money. When they had ‘em all believin’ they were a coupleof country rubes, they would accidently win one… and Rifle say, “You lucky dog,you could never make that shot again!” Then Fatty would act the fool, challengehim, an' everybody to put their money up. All a sudden there would be a PILE ofcash on the bar.
Fatty would set it up, andthen suddenly Rifle would make a lucky shot too… they would play doubles and an’rake it all in… Everybody shakin’ their heads… They would go all over an' dothis over an’ over again. They would blow in like some comedy act, everybodysmiling,’ an’ leave like bill collectors with everybody sad…
One time they came into aplace with a whole suitcase full of money. By then I was sort of like theircaddy… I carried the money. Must have been somethin’ like $20,000 in there. Theywould come into a place like that, lay the suitcase down and make the bet. Allor nothin’. They seemed to know the crowd they were dealing with. I don’t knowhow they did it, but this time they got everybody to match them, an’ they founda couple of sharks ready to take them to the cleaners. I was holdin’ that suitcase, and there wastwenty more thousand dollars, piles of money on the table. By now I had learned toplay along… act scared, like they were gonna lose my money. I think peopletrusted ‘em more cause they had a little kid along.
Then something unbelievablehappened. The other team had the first shot, and the first guy hit those ballslike they were a tree stump, and we all watched as the balls kind of spread inslow motion… just making room for the 8 ball to meander out of the bunch andthen the white ball came rollin’ back for second lick an’ very gently tappedthe 8 ball and they both plop-plopped into the side pocket. The whole crowd wasspeechless. Everybody just stared in disbelief. The game was over, and Rifle started gatheringthe money. We had nothing to carry it in… he showed me how to stuff it into mysocks, into my pants, anyplace you could stuff a wad of cash, an’ we got outtathere in a hurry!
Fatty and Rifle decided itwas time to buy a new car. They went to the dealership, and told the salesmanthey wanted a good car, right then. When the salesman seemed a little doubtful,Rifle let him know right quick, there was no question whether they could buy acar, but how much would they pay for the trade-in? The salesman, never fearingthat the deal would ever go through, agreed to their terms. Then they took atest drive in a black and white, almost new Cadillac, and then told the guythey were going to buy it right then.
The salesman tried to bediplomatic, thinking that they had no idea how complicated it might be for twopoor Negroes to get financing for that car. Then they popped open their trunkand showed him the money. There was around forty thousand dollars in paper bagsand the suitcase lyin’ in there. He seemed stunned. We were in their new car inless than thirty minutes. We took off with that salesman standing at the curbwith a stupid look on his face, like it was a joke or Candid Camera orsomethin’. We drove around the blocklaughin’ and came back around waving, and Rifle got out and told him that theLord had smiled on him today, as he stuffed a dollar in his shirt pocket. Theguy just stood dumbfounded. “Oh here’s another one!” Rifle laughed, like he wascleaning out his pocket, as he found another dollar and stuffed it into hispocket with the other one. Then we drove away, leaving him standing at thecurb. He just stood there, like he had seen a ghost.
But that car was the causeof all kinds of trouble. I’ll never forget that next Sunday, we drove over to anew club downtown. It actually wasn’t a new club, just an old club with a newpaint job. The owner had painted the front blue and named it the Blue FrontLounge. Everything was the same on the inside, but she did put up a new sign ona tree in the front of the place… a 4 x 8 sheet of plywood, she painted whitewith a blue whale on it. Everybody came from around the neighborhood to gawk atthis new sign. It was a big deal… There wadn' much art in the ghetto. They just sat around and looked at it, likeit was the Statue of Liberty. They couldn't have been more excited if it was a drive-in theater.
Anyway, we went in andthere was an ol’ woman runnin’ the joint, big juicy woman called Ellie Mae. Andat the bar was the most beautiful light-skinned woman I had ever seen.She was young and beautiful…a nice shape, and legs like butter. When shespun around on that barstool it drove me crazy.I was just ten, but I knew she was fine. The old woman axed me how old Iwas. “I’m 42, how old are you?” I said, real tough. She just walked off. I wastrying to impress the girl. So she got tough with me… “You got the pot money, big man?”
“Sho do!” I barked and Istrutted to the back to put it into the pot. She didn’ scare me. Everybody hadto put up two hundred dollahs to play. Non-refundable. If you acted the fool,caused any trouble, they would throw you out, but you didn’ get your moneyback. This cut down on fights… at least during the games. I put it in. I never took my eyes off of the girl with those fine legs.
Then here comes herhusband- young stallion, sharp-dressed player, a golden boy in a black suit, bow tie,thinks he’s a professional pool ace.He’s got a preacher with him, I guess he’s come along to give him theedge… Divine support… and there’s this little short guy, kind of a littletrouble-making leprechaun, bounces in and starts heckling the golden boy withthe yella wife. He knows that the guy’s got a tempuh. And one false move andhe’s outta there. If he won’t leave, they carry him out. Starts to tease at'im. The fine lookin' woman swaggers over to the front door, which has beenleft open. She must have been through this before. All you can see is thatstunning figure silhouetted in the doorway. She’s ready to go. He starts sweatin’and pullin’ at his bow tie.
The midget says “C’mon main, you might as well pullthat damn thing off, niggah, you know you nevah gonna make it through theafternoon- you already sweatin’!” Leprechaun laughed like a little demon.Everybody wanted to smack him.
The preacher slugged downhis Schlitz tall boy, and I just started prayin’. Golden boy was visiblyirritated. The leprechaun would not stop. “An’ I wish you would get outta theway, so I can still see that fine lookin’ woman with the buttery legs in thedoah!”
Golden boy tugged at hisbowtie, his jaw muscles flexed like steel bands, an’ he looked like he wasgonna kill the midget, but later. The little guy had no idea the woman was his wife, but he began to realize that he hadbow tie in a tight spot, so he put down his beer and came over to him, kindalike a bully, or a circus clown, lookin’ for a fight… “I tell you what, did yousee that car? Did you see the car they are drivin’ in?You know who she’s goin' home with don’cha?Look at her, she lookin’ at that big black and white Cadillac! An’ she wants togo for a ride!” Golden boy was about to explode. I ducked under the woman, an'I had the keys, I jingled ‘em an’ said, “You wanna see the car?”
She looked back at bow tie,but he was way too distracted. “Can I get in it?”
“Sure you can. I’ll turnthe air-conditioning on for you.” I said, smiling like I was about to take heron a date. “Get in the back seat and feel how that soft leather feels on your legs.”I was almost beside myself. She slid in.
Meanwhile the leprechaunfinally tripped the trigger inside the Blue Front and Golden Boy jerked off hisbowtie and began to strangle that little guy until he finally quit laughing.When he was through, the leprechaun was out cold and they was out of the game.Fatty and Rifle gathered up their winnings while the preacher held his friendat bay. They ran out of that place like it was about to explode and jumped inand fired up the Cadillac. We were two blocks away before they realized onething. Butter legs was still in the car.
We hated to go back, but we circled around andpulled up to the Blue Front, and she hopped out, grinning and embarrassed... an' probably scared. Wewatched as she walked towards him. She was either stupid or downright fearless. Rifle tried to think of what to say… “Itwasn’t her fault man, we don’t want any trouble, we don’t even know that littledebul inside! An we didn’ know she was in da cah…” Bow tie was standin’ there, looked rightthrough us all, and he had a shotgun held next to his leg, leanin’ on the bluewhale. He was ready to kill somebody. An' everybody had come outside an' was laughin’ at him.He had thought she left with us just like the midget said. When she cameup to him, he grabbed her by the throat and began to push her down to theground. He caught her so fast she never made a sound. With his back to us, everything happened so fast, I kicked oursawed-off shotgun under the seat so Rifle could snatch it up, and quick as a cat, he ran overand took him out.
Just like that.
He whacked him on the backof the head, real neat- like with the barrel of the shotgun. Nice clean hit. Bowtie dropped like an anchor. The preacher said ”Oh my God!” and even Rifle said “Lawd, lawd…”
An' bow tie never moved again.
Of course, you know whathappened next, somebody had already called the police about the midgetincident. They came shortly and Ellie Mae gave the whole run down, who didwhat, and when.
The cops were walkingaround, inspecting the living and the dead, listening, trying to see it in their minds… one of‘em finally said, “You mean, this dead guy laying here, he assaulted that littleunconscious fellow in there, and then this gal here ran off with these guys inthe Cadillac, afraid, and then this dead guy went and got his shotgun, andthreatened to do them harm, and then she came back... why I don't know... and then he was holding and whoopin’ this same woman andthese guys in the Cadillac came back up to the deceased, who was armed withthis shotgun, and took him out?”
“That’s what I’m sayin’,”Ellie Mae uttered unconvincingly.
“And no shots were fired?”None of it made any sense at all.
“That’s right. It’s awonder mo folks wadn’ hurt… An’ dis preacher here will vouch for the samething. He came wit da main.”
The cops looked at me, allbig-eyed and sad, and Fatty and Rifle, who looked more like a Vaudeville actthan dangerous killers. “You men better get that kid outta here…” was all theysaid.
No charges were ever filed.
Rifle and Fatty were goodol’ men… taught me how to hustle, an’ how to stay outta jail. My best friendsuntil they died. One died one day and then the other died the next.I sure missed ‘em. Sometime I’ll tell you ‘bout when they droveme to Texas to stay with my grandmother for the summer.They were supposed to take me to the busstation… but just passed it up and kept drivin’… Big Mama put ‘em to work when they got to Brazoria…Said that was the worst mistake theyever made…
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