Salvation Road: Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow by Peter Okeafor

Author:Peter Okeafor
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dragon Bloods Press, LLC
Published: 2015-10-06T04:00:00+00:00

I am in Funkytown which borders Uptown on the north. This area of town is named after the song by Lipps, Inc. and disco is all the craze. People are dancing it up here in Disco Inferno to Diana Ross’s “Love Hangover.” Some are dressed in 70s style clothing, others wear the current dress fashions.

“Nice shirt,” says an older heavy-set Asian woman. She has short hair and appears to be in her early 50s.

“It’s cheap. Hawaiian shirts aren’t really my thing.”

“Your hair. Who did it? It looks nice,” she says with her foreign accent.

I sigh. I know what she wants. Why fight it. I tap my credit bracelet with my index finger. It reads my fingerprint and goes from red to green.

She also activates her credit bracelet as the green light appears.

“75 credits,” I say.

“Thank you,” she says with a smile. “We can go out back in the alley and fool around if you would like.”

“No, thank you,” I respond.

That is the third person today to comment on this stupid shirt. It’s colorful being red, black and white—but still. It would look even nicer if I had worn my blue jean shorts rather than these khaki shorts. And what’s up with the comment on the haircut. It’s nothing fancy. A close crop with an electric razor.

“Credit whores are so annoying,” says a blond sitting next to me at the bar. She has short hair. Even in the low light I can see the dark roots of her hair—so no, that blond is not natural. She has on a pink tank top and a black mini-skirt with black fishnet stockings. She has on heavy eye shadow and make-up.

“Yeah, annoying,” I agree.

“You may want to reconsider meeting her out back. I hear she gives excellent blowjobs.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

“And for the record, you are way too kind. 75 credits—come on.”

“I wanted her to go away.”

“This social based economy can really work your nerves at times,” she says.

“I’m sure it can.”

“My name is Roxxy. I went by Roxanne in the old world. Roxxy seems more fitting here.”

“I can’t argue with you there. This is a Roxxy kind of town.”

“I’m originally from Memphis, Tennessee. I’ve been here eight years. I’ve been trying to lose my southern accent. It’s not cool around here except in Opryville.”

“You’ve done a pretty good job of losing your accent.”

“Thanks, and you’re originally from where?”

“The Twin Cities—Minneapolis.”

“Cool.”

“Where is Opryville?” I ask.

“The south side of the city. It’s the boring looking part of town at night. Every other area in town has neon and bright lights. Opryville is pretty conservative. That is the country western area of town.”

“Oh, I see.”

“It’s not a big part of the city, thank God. And despite its boring look, it can still be dangerous.”

“Thanks, that’s good to know. I am new around here. Do you have any other advice?”

“On the far eastside is Dragontown. Nobody goes there—nobody. It’s the stomping ground of the Alice Cooper based The Billion Dollar Babies. Every once in a while, they have what we outsiders call The Reaping.

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