Gangsta Twist 1 by Clifford "Spud" Johnson

Author:Clifford "Spud" Johnson [Johnson, Clifford]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Urban Books
Published: 2014-08-29T00:00:00+00:00

Clifford was sitting in his office when he got a call from someone from his past. “Long time, C-Baby!” said the voice on the other line.

When Clifford heard his old nickname, he asked “Who is this?”

“Come on, my nigga, don’t tell me you done forgot about your boy!”

Clifford couldn’t help but smile when he asked, “Do-Low?”

“What’s good, C-Baby?”

“When did you get out the pen?”

“Two days ago. I got your number from your moms. I need you, C-Baby. I need you bad.”

“Look, I don’t go by C-Baby any longer, Do-Low. You know that was a long time ago. I go by my government name now.”

“Yeah, I know. But check it out, dog. We need to talk. You know about old times and shit. Come on, man, let’s get together and kick it a li’l bit.”

“What’s up? You need some money or something?”

“Man, my problems are way worse than ends, my nigga. I’m dying, C—I mean Clifford. I got that thang, dog.”

“What thang? What the hell are you talking about, Do-Low?”

“HIV, man. I got that package,” Do-Low said seriously.

“How the fuck did you get that shit? I know you didn’t go out backwards when you was in the pen.”

“Hell nah! You know I ain’t on that fag shit, fool. Remember when I got blasted back in ’94?”

“Yeah.”

“They had to give me a blood transfusion during surgery while I was down. I got called to take our yearly HIV test, and I tested positive. That was two years ago. This shit is starting to kick in on me now, dog. My days are numbered, and I’m not trying to go out without being able to leave something for my shorties, dog. Feel me?”

In a somber voice, Clifford answered, “Yeah, I feel you. How are your kid’s anyway?”

“Man, they’re big! Dionne is ten now, and she’s almost as tall as her mother is. And the twins, man, they’re the spitting images of me, gee,” he said excitedly.

“That’s cool. Yeah, that’s real cool. Listen, I got a few things to take care of real quick. Give me a number and I’ll get back at you in an hour or so.” After writing Do-Low’s number down, Clifford said, “Don’t worry, dog. I’m going to make sure that you’ll be able to look out for your seeds.”

“Is that right? Come on, don’t bullshit me C—I mean Clifford.”

Smiling as he thought about Taz and Sacha, Clifford said, “You know me, Do-Low. I’d never play with you like that. Now, let me go so I can handle my business. I’ll get at you in one hour.”

“A’ight then, Clifford. One!”

“Yeah, later,” Clifford said and hung up. “A nigga with nothing to lose. Perfect! Just fucking perfect!” he said aloud as he went back to work.

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