his pistol on people at the slightest provocation. He was dying to get his gun off, and it was only a matter of time before he shot someone.
“You know that fat bastard ain’t gon’ let us cop nothing under a half,” Marcus fumed.
Lately, P.I.G. had refused him entry unless he spent $500 or better, figuring he had set the bar high enough to keep the garbage out. Since Tiffany was coming by herself almost daily, Marcus served him no purpose. It was only out of loyalty to his uncle that he wasn’t barred flat out.
“I know, shawty, but for one, P.I.G. got that glass. Ain’t shit out here touching it. Two, if we get a half, we can get high and get our money back,” Pony reasoned.
“Man, it’s gonna take all day tryina boost $500,” Marcus complained.
“If we a little short, maybe P.I.G. will let you sweep up.” Pony chuckled.
Marcus shot him a dangerous glance, but the thought was too funny to get mad. “Nigga, you gon’ be the one sweeping up,” he said, cracking up.
At long last, Big Zo emerged from his house, dressed to steal. He sported a baggy pair of chinos that could hold a good amount of loot. The button-down shirt would allow him to easily stuff merchandise in there as well. A tie and glasses completed the look.
“Fuck took you so long?” Marcus demanded to know as Alonzo slid into the back seat.
“Say, how much Red pay for DVDs?” Big Zo asked Pony, totally ignoring Marcus.
Marcus fought the urge to turn around and shoot him in the head for trying him. Instead, he put the car in drive and pulled off.
“Shit, we can’t get but five bucks a pop. We tryina strike bigger than that,” Pony replied.
“We need more than a hundred DVDs your way,” Marcus spat. “I’m tryina hit a real lick and rob me a nigga.”
“I’m down for whatever, my nigga,” Big Zo said enthusiastically.
“Well, I ain’t down,” Pony said forcefully, having grown tired of hearing about it.
“Scared! Say you scared, nigga,” Big Zo chuckled from the rear.
“Scared…buy a dog or call the cops,” Marcus laughed, now glad he hadn’t shot Alonzo.
* * *
Big Zo waited several minutes after Marcus and Pony walked into Walmart before making his own entrance.
As predicted, security immediately flocked to the known thieves. They could have easily made them leave, but they wanted to catch them in the act and have them locked up. Plainclothes agents trailed the men as the security cameras followed them from above. To amuse themselves, Marcus and Pony abruptly split up. The surveillance split up as well, trailing the men.
With all the security busy, Big Zo made a beeline to the Electronics Department. He began loading his bag with the newest releases. He couldn’t believe his eyes or his luck when a careless clerk walked away from an open display case filled with expensive electronics. “Shut my mouth,” Alonzo mumbled as he moved on the merchandise. He grabbed ten of the most expensive digital cameras and put them in the bag. A good thief knows when to quit, and Big Zo was a good thief. He fought the urge to grab more and walked away just as the salesclerk returned.
On the way out, Big Zo gave Marcus a slight nod, indicating that the deed was done. On cue, Marcus took off running, with security in pursuit. The commotion signaled Pony to do the same. The agents following him were sure he hadn’t lifted anything, but he was running so they chased him anyway.
All hell broke loose as the guards chased the crackheads through the aisles. They were both tackled near the exit as Alonzo calmly walked out with his stash.
The silly crackheads giggled hysterically as the guards searched them.
“We got you red-handed,” an overzealous, overweight guard wheezed as their pockets were searched.
“You got shit!” Pony laughed as the frisk came up empty.
They were warned, photographed, threatened, and told not to ender the store ever again.
Alonzo, a junkie through and through, fought the urge to run off
“You know that fat bastard ain’t gon’ let us cop nothing under a half,” Marcus fumed.
Lately, P.I.G. had refused him entry unless he spent $500 or better, figuring he had set the bar high enough to keep the garbage out. Since Tiffany was coming by herself almost daily, Marcus served him no purpose. It was only out of loyalty to his uncle that he wasn’t barred flat out.
“I know, shawty, but for one, P.I.G. got that glass. Ain’t shit out here touching it. Two, if we get a half, we can get high and get our money back,” Pony reasoned.
“Man, it’s gonna take all day tryina boost $500,” Marcus complained.
“If we a little short, maybe P.I.G. will let you sweep up.” Pony chuckled.
Marcus shot him a dangerous glance, but the thought was too funny to get mad. “Nigga, you gon’ be the one sweeping up,” he said, cracking up.
At long last, Big Zo emerged from his house, dressed to steal. He sported a baggy pair of chinos that could hold a good amount of loot. The button-down shirt would allow him to easily stuff merchandise in there as well. A tie and glasses completed the look.
“Fuck took you so long?” Marcus demanded to know as Alonzo slid into the back seat.
“Say, how much Red pay for DVDs?” Big Zo asked Pony, totally ignoring Marcus.
Marcus fought the urge to turn around and shoot him in the head for trying him. Instead, he put the car in drive and pulled off.
“Shit, we can’t get but five bucks a pop. We tryina strike bigger than that,” Pony replied.
“We need more than a hundred DVDs your way,” Marcus spat. “I’m tryina hit a real lick and rob me a nigga.”
“I’m down for whatever, my nigga,” Big Zo said enthusiastically.
“Well, I ain’t down,” Pony said forcefully, having grown tired of hearing about it.
“Scared! Say you scared, nigga,” Big Zo chuckled from the rear.
“Scared…buy a dog or call the cops,” Marcus laughed, now glad he hadn’t shot Alonzo.
* * *
Big Zo waited several minutes after Marcus and Pony walked into Walmart before making his own entrance.
As predicted, security immediately flocked to the known thieves. They could have easily made them leave, but they wanted to catch them in the act and have them locked up. Plainclothes agents trailed the men as the security cameras followed them from above. To amuse themselves, Marcus and Pony abruptly split up. The surveillance split up as well, trailing the men.
With all the security busy, Big Zo made a beeline to the Electronics Department. He began loading his bag with the newest releases. He couldn’t believe his eyes or his luck when a careless clerk walked away from an open display case filled with expensive electronics. “Shut my mouth,” Alonzo mumbled as he moved on the merchandise. He grabbed ten of the most expensive digital cameras and put them in the bag. A good thief knows when to quit, and Big Zo was a good thief. He fought the urge to grab more and walked away just as the salesclerk returned.
On the way out, Big Zo gave Marcus a slight nod, indicating that the deed was done. On cue, Marcus took off running, with security in pursuit. The commotion signaled Pony to do the same. The agents following him were sure he hadn’t lifted anything, but he was running so they chased him anyway.
All hell broke loose as the guards chased the crackheads through the aisles. They were both tackled near the exit as Alonzo calmly walked out with his stash.
The silly crackheads giggled hysterically as the guards searched them.
“We got you red-handed,” an overzealous, overweight guard wheezed as their pockets were searched.
“You got shit!” Pony laughed as the frisk came up empty.
They were warned, photographed, threatened, and told not to ender the store ever again.
Alonzo, a junkie through and through, fought the urge to run off
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