The Brandy Brothers: Volume One

By Daryl F. Hayott

Troy Austin and his friends always find themselves in trouble. Notorious slackers and drinkers, they seem to make a mess out of everything they touch. Now they are desperate for a change. Now under-achieving college graduates, they work low-level jobs they hate at places they loathe. They venture out and take their destiny into their own hands by starting a business. And it's this leap of faith that turned a group of degenerates and losers into heroes, and outlaws.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Oct 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781312584266

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The Brandy Brothers: Volume One

The Brandy Brothers : Volume One

by Daryl F. Hayott

Copyright © 2014, Daryl F. Hayott

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ISBN: 978-1-312-58426-6

Chapter One

The street lights were just starting to flicker as the sun set on a beautiful fall evening in central Virginia. Troy was driving his now well-aged 1998 Oldsmobile Cutlass down the Richmond city streets, and he was down to his last delivery. A recent graduate of the historically-black Virginia Central University, Troy had yet to be presented with the American Dream that his college promised him upon entrance. Since graduating two years ago, he was only able to find a job as a phone banker from Wellford Bank (Willy Bank), a job that paid him so modestly that he decided to take a second job, as a pizza delivery man. With his red and white striped Johnny’s Pizza hat turned sideways matching his unbuttoned company vest, his demeanor exuded optimism as he drove down the 400 block of Ralph Street, rocking to the latest mixtape by Lil Bibby. I'm so dope..so rich! he sang in unison with his car radio. He pulled up to 463 Ralph Street preparing to drop off his last delivery, a large pepperoni pizza with mushrooms and green peppers. As he walked to the house, he saw that there was someone already waiting for him at the door.

Hey, come on in! said the slim young white girl, as she opened the door and waved Troy in. Hey you brought pizza, that’s awesome!

Troy walked thru the door with the hot pizza box  heating his hands; taking a good look at this classic, old-fashioned house, a staple style of the houses in this upscale neighborhood. Ralph Street is a beautiful strip on the west end of the city. Here is where you can find the homes of Richmond's doctors, successful artists, and well paid local attorneys. Troy, taking a look at the chandeliers and spiraled staircase, thought to himself: this is the type of place I want to live in. Not just one day, but one day soon.

Hey are your parent’s home kid? Troy said, as he put the pizza on the kitchen counter.

No, they’re all gone! It’s just us!

Oh.... ok, well here you go! said Troy sliding the pizza to her.

Hey what’s wrong, have a seat! You seem nervous..  the blonde-haired girl said as she took a seat at the kitchen table.

No I’m not nervous, I’m just kind of happy cuz I’m about to get off! Oh yea well I’m happy I can help with that.

Troy stood  bewildered at that comment as she continued talking.

You’re a lot shorter than I thought you were.

Why were you concerned about my height, I can deliver just fine being my size. Mmmm! I bet you can! the girl said, looking at Troy’s jeans.

I’m sorry... what?!?

Without warning, a tall white man, also with sandy blonde hair, and a confident yet stern look on his face, opened the swinging door which separated the kitchen from the living room. He seemed to be very agitated as he rolled up the sleeves on his navy blue blazer and gray cotton blend turtleneck.

No need to be sorry son, said the gentleman, holding a stack of binned papers.

Oh, hey sir! I’m sorry, she told me you weren’t home. I have your piz... Troy started to explain, but he was quickly cut off by the older man.

I know what you have, just have a seat.

I’m sorry sir... did I miss something? Troy said. He was very confused about the actions of what he could only describe in his mind as  'crazy white folks'.

Well first why don’t you tell me why are you're here.. the gentleman said.

I’m from Johnny’s….I brought the pizza… said Troy, sarcastically.

And who did you bring the pizza for? The guy asked.

For you, right?? Troy answered . He was now very confused and sat on the table facing the counter as he tried to gather his thoughts.

But I thought you said that the young girl told you that no one was here? Yea but…  Troy uttered, but the older gentleman anxiously cut him off.

So why would you be bringing the pizza for me?

Troy, now very confused, decided he had enough of the questions.

Look, umm... prototypical Aryan white man, I’m kind of tired.. so can u just give me my money for the pizza so I can leave.

The man reached in his jacket pocket. But instead of retrieving the money to pay for the pizza, the he retrieved his eye glasses, leaning on the kitchen table and sitting down with a stack of  bound paper in his hands.

Oh you’re the pizza guy, huh? Well than can you tell me why you sent these pictures to a girl who said she 13 years of age?

Excuse me!!??  Troy shrieked as he took off his hat in amazement. The gentleman slid a piece of paper from the bind over  to Troy which showed four images of a black man’s penis.

Yeah these right here? I also have your chat logs! You are Chocolate Thunder 25 aren’t you?!. Eewww pause , you creep!!, Troy exclaimed, jumping out of his seat. I don’t know who you are, but first of all I don’t know that girl and second I didn’t send any pictures of my dick to her, if I did you would need two pages and a staple.. Troy looked over to the white girl and smirked. I'm heavy handed....gifted..blessed..you feel me... The gentleman eagerly cut Troy off.  Oh! Well can you explain why I have a transcript with you saying, and I quote: *I’m big down there, I hope you can take it all! …You look so young and fresh and white. Like some New Air Jordan’s…or maybe like some popcorn cuz u look all buttery and shit…*can you explain that? Look uh...David Hasselhoff, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but I didn’t send this lil white bitch anything! Matter fact, see this is why I don’t date outside my kind swine, cuz y'all always tryna trap a black man!. Well I’m not Lawrence Taylor or Wesley Snipes, or even Mos Def... who married white strangely enough... so if you or Mylie Cyrus don’t give me money for this pizza in ten seconds, I’m gonna call the police and let them handle this! The gentleman took off his glasses and began to smirk. Well you don’t have to do that Thunder.. the gentleman said, ...they are already here!. Pardon??, Troy asked.

I have something to tell you….I’m Chris Hanson with Dateline NBC and we’re back! Doing a story on adults who solicit sex from teens online..

What the fuck! No sir listen you have it wrong!! Troy plead, but the cameramen and sound technicians, who had been hiding in the kitchen, all began to flood into the dining room.

Now you are free to leave whenever you like, or if you have anything left to say, then you can say it now.

I don’t know what you guys are talking about, my name is Troy Austin I work for Johnny’s Pizza and you called for this pizza! Troy stated.

Maybe you should leave sir, take the pizza back to Johnny and tell him we don’t want it. Hanson replied.

Troy grabbed the pizza, and still lost in the astonishment of what just happened, walked out of the front door, forgetting that Chris had mentioned something about the cops.

FREEEZE!!! LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS!! screamed a loud voice coming from behind several taser guns pointed squarely at Troy as he hit the first step.

You have the wrong guy!Troy yelled as he was tackled by four of Richmond’s finest and wrestled to the ground.

Don’t move! said the police officer who had his knee planted in Troy’s back. Troy did not resist; as growing  up a black child in Queens, NY, he understood that some police officers had very itchy, allergen-like fingers. With a mouth full of grass, Troy looked up to the screen door of the house. Next to it was a now lit lantern which made the address of the house glow. 468.