White Heat Beast by Steven Jennings

Author:Steven Jennings [Jennings, Steven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781480112155
Published: 2012-10-15T04:30:00+00:00

Sgt. Scott wanted me to commit to a day when I would ship off to basic training, or what he called, “fly on the iron bird.”

I supposed he was referring to the airplane I would take to the training base. He called me early on a Thursday morning. I was half asleep when I picked up the phone, so I just told him, “As soon as possible Sarge. I’m trying to get this thing on the road.” Sarge chuckled and said, “Well then Shawn, come into my office tomorrow and sign the paperwork. We can get you out of here within a month.”

I yelled out, “A month! Damn that’s a long time! I could be dead in a month Sarge!” Then Sarge cut me off, “Well listen, that’s as soon as I can get you into training for your chosen Military Occupational Specialty”. I settled down, “Okay then, I will sign the papers tomorrow. Bye.” He yelled out, “Welcome to the U.S. Army, where you have to hurry up and wait.” He laughed, but I didn’t. That shit really wasn’t funny to me, so I hung up on him. As I was falling back asleep in the bed I wondered what the hell I would do for a month.

So I decided to get a Job at Mickey Dee’s Restaurant and save up some money before I left. I figured it would keep me busy and out of trouble until I left. The last place I needed to be was in the street, especially with Damon wanting to put some hot slugs in my back! On Monday morning I walked into Mickey Dee’s and asked for a job application. Places like that are always hiring so I knew I would be in luck at one of their locations.

It only took me about 5 minutes to finish the application because I have not had a real job as since I first started High School. As I passed the application back to the manager she looked me up and down and sort of licked her lips on the sly.

She was one of those white girls who listens to rap music, like my mom. I could tell by the way she looked, with the gold chains, the gold tooth, gold bracelets, tight pants and the short haircut like a sista. Plus she had a black twang to her voice. She sounded like she was trying really hard to let me know she was “keeping it real”.

When she spoke, if I would have closed my eyes I would have sworn she was Nikki Minaj. I decided to use this to my advantage. So I leaned over the counter and asked very politely, “May I ask what your name is?” That girl damn near turned into butter in my hands. She started talking real fast and telling me that I was going to be starting work in a few days or sooner. Then I stuck my hand out to shake her hand and with both hands

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