The Grim Reaper’s Diary

By Reginald Holmes

Instead of watching a soap opera for the streets, here’s one that you can read and it’s called “The Grim Reaper’s Diary”. So let’s take a walk inside the mind of the author, where the ghettos is Satan’s playground. Young Swag is a bag chaser and keeps a clip in his pistol that’s long as a ladder, even while on parole, with hopes of dying old and rich, but money doesn’t come easy, especially for those who try to get wealthy without having to die trying. Swaggah has a little sister named Kayla, and everyday that passes is harder than the next, and not just because everybody who Kay’ knows thats dead, had all died doing what they loved to do, unless someone did something stupid to get their loved one killed. Now Kayla don’t just believe in karma, she believes in warning signs, because everyone ig given one before the self- district, so pay attention to the signs before the last chapter of your life comes to an end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Nov 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781665507233

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© 2020 Reginald Holmes. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse  11/05/2020

ISBN: 978-1-6655-0724-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-6655-0723-3 (e)

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CONTENTS

Chapter Out Line

Acknowledgments

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Characters

CHAPTER OUT LINE

The first six chapters are mostly about a young guy named Swaggah, who readers are gonna think is the main character, but his life style opens the door for the main character who is Swag’s little sister Kayla. Kayla has to survive in the streets on her own after losing her mother to the system, and was sentenced to life in prison for killing her herion addicted boyfriend who was abusive, and when Kayla’s big brother Swaggah was released from the youth authority, his only plan was to protect and provide for Kayla, but young Swag did a robbery that turned out to be a big mistake because it cost his grandmother Ms. Greta her life when the one who had been robbed, shot up Greta house and killed her. But in between every chapter there’s a soap-opera going on that will keep reader’s turning pages because it’s unpredictable. This novel is not just for the streets, but also for the whole world because the only characters who makes it out alive are the ones who gave their life over to God.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

I would like to thank God the creator of heaven and earth for blessing me to be humble, patient, and observant, and for allowing my imaginations to run as wild as they do so I can stuff them all inside of a short story format. I also wanna thank God for the strenght to over come all of the obstacles that were placed in my path, because if I didn’t go through my storms, then I probably wouldn’t appreciate my sunny days. I also would like to thank everyone who love me, dislike me, pray for me, or hate me, just know that I keep all of you in all of my thoughts and prayers and I encourage all of you to never give up on your dreams. This novel has so much sex, and so many plots, you won’t need a book marker

CHAPTER ONE

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I t’s thundering, lightening, and raining so hard in South Central right now, I think God tipped over the Pacific and dumped it on Los Angeles. The only signs of life that’s out in this type of weather besides Young Swaggah, are stray dogs, dope fiends, or the less fortunate who’s searching trash cans looking for something to recycle, if they’re not trying to find a dry place to sleep. Swag is drenched and freezing cold, but he’s still grindin’ it out on the side of what he thought was an abandoned apartment complex that’s next door to his grandmother’s house until he heard dishes breakin’ and a woman screaming at her boyfriend. I got my own shit nigga I don’t need you, I got my own apartment, my own car, and I got a job… You ain’t never had one out of the three, nigga you need to get your priorities straight, purchasing a damn video game instead of buying an outfit for a job interview… If the occupants knew that just outside of their window has turned into a place where nickle and dime pieces of crack is being sold. Swag would probably be chased by crooked cops and German Sheppards if he doesn’t surrender. Young Swaggah only been out of the Youth Authority for about twelve hours, he did time for not snitchin’ on his homies who robbed a lady for her income tax after leaving a check cashing place on 62 nd and Vermont. Azalia was just a few steps away from her Mini Cooper that was parked across the street from where weed smokin’, drug dealin’, and dice games were at when she was approached by two young niggas in their late teens.

SUSPECT 1: How are you doing beautiful?

AZALIA: I’m doing okay.

SUSPECT 1: That’s what’s up, you have a pretty smile.

Suspect One, told her even though Azalia has on so much damn make up, he can’t see how pretty her face really is. Azalia is short, pudgy, and looks like she’s about to squeeze out a baby any day now, despite the fact that she has never been pregnant, Suspect One, still gave Azalia a few more compliment’s.

AZALIA: Thanks, that’s sweet of you…Ooh, can I have some?

Azalia asked when Suspect Two, pulled out a small bag of powder and sniffed a finger nail full.

SUSPECT 2: How much do you wanna spend?

Azalia didn’t even get the chance to say all she wanted was a gram because as soon as Suspect One, saw her envelope full of Ben Frank’s he bumped his homie’s shoulder and whispered loud enough for Azalia to hear.

SUSPECT 1: Let’s rob this ugly bitch.

Azalia thought they were bullshittin’ until Suspect Two, tried to pull out a revolver from his pants nervously and making it go off while it was still on his waist line. Azalia was hoping the nigga had shot himself in the nutts on accident like Pac did, but was disappointed when he didn’t.

AZALIA: Why are y’all doing me like this I’m a sistah?

SUSPECT 1: You’re not my sistah, you’a lick, a muthafuckin’ victim.

All Azalia could think about was how she should’ve put her money on a prepaid card like she planned to do at first because then none of this shit would’ve happened. Azalia had plans to pay a few bills around her house, and then buy a caterine truck so she can sell soul food, but them two jackin’ bastards had hindered her dreams. Azalia gave police officers a detailed description of the suspects and remembered Suspect One, has a neck tatoo that says. Flock, Bang, & Trap. Cops weren’t playin’ fair, they scooped up Swag like a spatula while he walked down 61st toward Normandie Ave, and drinkin’ two crunched up Molly’s inside his bottle of Ciroc, Even though Swag didn’t fit the description of either suspect, officers still convinced Azalia that Swag was one of the niggas who stuck her up and she was okay with it, just as long as somebody sat in a cell for the shit.

OFFICER: This is the nuckle head who robbed you.

AZALIA: No, that’s not him.

OFFICER: What do you mean it’s not him?…

Swag put his last couple of rocks in his mouth that’s wrapped in plastic, and then jumped on a stolen bike that he bought from a fiend and peddled to his destination, where Swag’s feet stopped. You wouldn’t think prescription pills, crystal meth, and bottles of Codine are purchased here because kids play in the front and back yard everyday all day like they’re in a haunted house playin’ Simon says with Satan. The parent is a bit careless if you’d ask me because his little brats would be taken away if cops ever raided, but those are the chances he’s willing to take for a few dollars. There’s no gate around Rick’s house and the only grass on the property is the grass that’s stuffed in a blunt, he also has surveillance cameras for no apparent reason since he’s too damn busy to look at screens because the nigga would rather watch Porn Hub Videos, or play with his kids X-Box that they hardly ever get a chance to enjoy unless he’s having a few drinks with the ladies who calls him the Get Us High Man because Rick tricked off drugs until he fucks off all of his profit if there’s a possibility that he’ll get some pussy, but majority of the time he got played. Rick ate pussy and there were hardly ever any fair exchanges. T.H.O.T.: I’m puttin’ my panties back on because I heard your muthafuckin’ ass unbuckle your belt as if I’m about to give you some pussy just because you smoked me out, and asked to eat me out, nigga what bitch do you know who’s not gonna except free gifts you trick ass nigga.

RICK: A’ight whatever bitch.

But this night is different because Rick’s children are at their aunt’s house for the weekend since his babies mother Ms Thickness doesn’t want any disturbance tonight from them little bad muthafuckas. Ms Thickness had spent the last sixteen months behind bars for fraud, and would’ve gotten away if she didn’t break a leg gettin’ hit by oncoming trafic while trying to get away from mall security.

Swaggah laid his transportation down in the middle of Rick’s drive way, walked toward the back door and heard a head board bangin’ against a damn wall and a woman screaming she’s about to cum. Before knockin’, the eavesdropper listened for acouple of minutes and then knocked, Swag knocked about six times before Rick answered the door without a shirt, no shoes on, his pants on backwards and a 40 caliber clutched, and them damn ex-pills he had taken has him sweatin’ perfusly.

RICK: whut up Swag?

Rick asked while trying to catch his breath, he’s in need of some type of orange juice or some other type of fluids Swaggah thought, but replied

SWAG: Let me get a Sprite with some lean it and make sure that bottle is dirty as a run away, and give me two Molly’s my nigga.

The sweaty freak left Swag out in the rain like a farmer without a barn would do his cattle, and then came back about a minute later with the youngsta’s exact order, but short changed him by acouple of dollars.

SWAG: where’s the rest of my dough?

RICK: I gave you all of your bread homie.

SWAG: Nah, no you didn’t you forgetful ass nigga.

Swag only asked Rick once to give him the rest of his money, but noticed the nigga chose to play with his life and act like he doesn’t know English, or has amnesia so Young Swag pulled out his little pocket rocket that has about seven .380 bullets it, and always off safety with one in the hole and then pointed it at Rick’s chest and told the nigga non-chalantly.

SWAG: If tonight isn’t a good night to die, then it’s the perfect night to lose everything you worked hard for so don’t say shit else nigga, just walk back in the house.

Rick obeyed Swag’s demands and sat on his cumstained sheets next to a not so good lookin’ thick bitch who had been waiting naked for Rick to hurry the hell up because he promised her another orgasm, but Ms Thickness who got that name after winning a twerkin’ contest at a pajama party, knew her night was fucked once she saw fear in her Bedroom Bully’s eyes, a gun pointed at the back of his head and his hands in the air robbery style. It’s a fair game in Swaggah’s mind because Rick ain’t from the hood, he just met the nigga a few hours ago through one of the homegirl’s who showed him where the closes Molly spot is at, and plus Rick is related to one of those powder heads who did the robbery he went down for. Swag dumped everything out of a back pack that was packed with kiddy school supplies that he had seen on the floor and filled it up like a grocery bag with some Molly’s, Codine, and two ounces of crystal, oh and that damn glock Rick came to the door with, but left on his dresser when he came back with some of Swag’s money. Swag aimed his weapon at Thickness and was about to harm her if her childs father didn’t empty out the stash.

RICK: I’m gonna give you everything my nigga, you can have all of this shit just don’t shoot my girl…

Swag’s plan was to get away on his mountain bike but the muthafucka isn’t where he left it so he knew a crack-head had to take it, and wondered if it was the same one who sold it to him while casually walkin’ to the corner about three houses away from where that nigga Rick stay, and then jogged acouple of blocks to his G’Mom’s dwelling place.

Young Swag is a five foot nine, a hundred and seventy five pound, dark skinned twenty one year old who’s muscular built from doing jail house exercises and packin’ steel is still part of his dress code even while on parole. Swag has on a black beannie without a logo that’s covering up his french braids that his little sister designed for him about two weeks before his release because she wanted to play in her brother’s hair, and Swag’s Nike sweat suit from his hoody down to his shoes all came from the same ex-girl named Safari who tried to skate back in Swag’s life after leaving him as soon as she saw him in the back seat of that cop car four years ago, so after Safari took him shopping and gave him some head, Swag told her while zipping up his pants.

SWAG: My mother was furious during a collect call from jail, she said nigga you bet not be in there stressin’ over no bitch because ain’t no female ever gonna love you like your mama… Safari, your loyalty has been tested… it’s over.

Swag’s mother has life in prison now because when he was locked up, her good for nothing herion addicted boyfriend used to beat her if she couldn’t come up with money for his addiction, but her only regret is killin’ the nigga in front of her daughter Kayla.

FAYTHE: Kayla, I can’t find my lighter nowhere, can you please go to the stove and light your mother a cigarette?

KAYLA: Okay, mama.

FAYTHE: And you bet not put your lips on the filter neither.

KAYLA: I ain’t never smoked a cigarette in my life.

FAYTHE: Yeah right, you say you never did, but if you didn’t then how come every time I leave to go somewhere and then come back, the whole house is dirty just like I left it except for the ash trey.

KAYLA: I’ll be back.

BOYFRIEND: Babe, can you borrow some more money from somebody, it can be from anybody I don’t care just as long as you borrow it.

FAYTHE: You shouldn’t do drugs if you can’t support your own habit.

BOYFRIEND: That’s not what I asked you, I’m asking you if you can borrow some more money from somebody.

FAYTHE: I owe my whole check because of your damn addiction… I’m supposed to be your woman not your punching bag nigga you just hit me for the last time.

Faythe screamed as she grabbed her hot iron, snatched the plug out of the wall and then kept beatin’ the nigga with it until his withdraw havin’ ass fell down on the floor next to his pair of plyers that the nigga use so he can hold his hot spoon whenever he’s melting herion, and couldn’t get up until the coroners department gave him some assistance. Kayla just stood in her mother’s door way shocked while still holding a lit cigarette between her fingers until it burned itself out. Now Kayla’s grandmother Ms Greta is raising Kay’ to keep her out of a foster home, even though Greta has cancer and chemo isn’t helping her out.

Hood news spreaded through the ghetto faster than it did when Obama beat Mccain and Romney, but by the time it reached Swag the story was all twisted, rumors is Swag was on some grimy shit because he couldn’t get crystal on credit so he pistol whipped Ricky, tried to rape his girl and had gotten away with twice as much as he put in the sack, but reality is the only thing that Young Swaggah has ever paid attention to, so he looks at the life style he’s livin’ as if it’s a chess game because he doesn’t have to many options to choose from, the only choice Swag has is to make his next move, be his best move or get check mated and that means incarcerated or casket. Swag loves his grandmother to death, but her house is not a place where he can be himself because his G’Mom’s is old fashion, so everything is antique and has plastic over it, but Swag needed a place to parole, a place where gangbangers don’t hang out, and where there’s no drugs or weapons that would get him violated because his parole agent has plans to drop by monthly.

Swag promised to feed a fiend name Liquor Sto Flo some proper pieces of crack cocain, but would only give her some of the fallin’ crumbs on the plate whenever he chop his dope up for letting him turn her dirty two bedroom apartment that he makes her keep clean, into an illegal place of business so he can sell his product, fuck bitches and rest his head. Whenever Swag does sleep, it’s with his two pistols that he cuddles up with as if they’re the ones keeping him warm, while Liquor Sto Flo would get rid of Swag’s drugs through a small hole in the kitchen screen window.

Nature Boy pulled up in front of Swag’s trap in a rental, while hot boxin’ crystal in the back seat with two females in the front who’s complaining about the smell because they never did meth unless they removed the needle from a syringe and were turkey basted. Nature met the hotties at Hubert Humphry Hospital on Main street and Slauson Ave while taken his girlfriend Chianta to find out if she’s pregnant. The cheater turned out to be having a baby, but the months aren’t adding up so the child couldn’t be Nature’s, and he’s happier than a Price Is Right contestant who’s name has been called because the nigga don’t love Chianta, he’s only using her and says any ugly girl with benefits is prettier than any broke dime piece. Nature Boy and the soon to be mother had just come back from a three day Catalina cruise and spent the whole time enjoying the effects of ex-pills, wild sex, and slot machines whenever Chianta wasn’t throwin’ up over board. Nature hasn’t seen his road dog Swag ever since he been out of jail so poppin’ up with two pieces of pussy would be the perfect way to welcome his boy home.

NATURE: Ladies, say hi to Swag. He’s the realist nigga that I have ever known.

LADIES: Hi Swag.

The ladies said in unison, but Swag didn’t say a word, he just smiled while hoping they are acouple of cum guzzlers as they’re stumbling out of their rental car, but still passin’ a blunt around and sippin’ hennessy from plastic cups with no chaser or ice. Nature Boy isn’t planning on staying, so he made up an excuse to leave.

NATURE: Let me use your car so I can make a run real quick, I wanna go pick up some blunts, Extenze, and alcohol.

After Nature left, Swag kicked Liquor Sto Flo out of her own apartment.

SWAG: Here, put this on your pipe and don’t come back until it’s dark outside.

Then Swag closed up shop, put on a porno, and listened to whatever music the ladies have on their cell phones.

SWAG: I just did four years, can a nigga get a lap dance?

Kiera is light skin with hazel eyes, five six in height, short curly hair, a mouth full of titties and has so much ass, Young Swag wouldn’t be able to breath if she had ever sat on his face, but she’s well worth the suffocation. The other fly girl name is Dawnae, she has wide hips, big titties and nipples that’s pokin’ through her blouse. Dawnae’s ass isn’t