The Depths of Brooks
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In the streets of westside Chicago, it's dangerous to be one foot in and one foot out,. You must be all in or the consequences may be fatal. Brooks walks the line
between the city blocks and his American Dream.
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The Depths of Brooks - WHITESHOOESZ READY
By WHITESHOOESZ READY
In the streets of Westside Chicago, it’s dangerous
to be one foot in and one foot out. You must be all in or
the consequences may be fatal. Brooks walks the line
between the city blocks and his American Dream.
I
Tasty Sub & Fredine’s
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I figured out early in life that I could master the
streets and consistently excel at any educational level. I
envisioned a more lucrative pursuit than working at the
flea market on the weekends or squeezing syrup into a
fucking snowball. I aspired to be self-sufficient, a
matter of fact that was conditioned into my heart and
soul via images of Persia, my hardworking, humble
mother, and Lord, my family oriented, street, hustlin,
gangbangin brother. Both these models, along with
television, the gaseous envelope of the inner-city, over-
worked, under-paid teachers, and a spiritually motivated
capacity to endure; all combined to form the eccentric,
me, Brooks.
Many of you shawties, like me, go to school to
please your mothers or to satisfy some intense hunger to
know shit. The majority go because they don’t have a
choice. A minority of kids go to school for temporary
shelter and free food, then there’s me. I attend school so
Mother Persia will be totally oblivious to the actuality
and gruesome nature of my other hats. It may seem
deceptive and cruel, evolutionary even, my formula for
accomplishment. I openly display the need for my
mother’s nurturing while instantaneously skimming the
script and inverting the understood gist. My destination
requires a pitiless approach to the journey which
condemns my soul to a ruthless existence. Maybe, but
my goal is my late, older brother Lord’s goal: To sell
off 10,000, 10-inch safety pins, each holding 500 half-
inch plastic bags containing rocked up cocaine. Lord,
before being robbed and killed, diligently sold 5000 of
these 24-karat gold, four-inch safety pins. Lord called
em’ pins
. He was pin-head, a hell-raiser. Lord guided
me through each and every detail of importance within
his strategy to successfully serve fiends until his hearty
supply diminished. I painted mental Picasso’s while
barely awake. Most of the time while listening to Lord’s
stories, I fantasized about living them. Thus, beginning
the conditioning of those circumstances into my virgin
understanding.
Brooks!
What Lord?
Brooks, tonight, me and Rosa . . .
"Lord, stop waiving that blicky at me! What happened
with you and Rosa bro?"
"Brooks, I did something that’s going to change our lives
forever."
Lord, where? What happened? Where’s Rosa?
I was about to tell . . .
Lord, you said something about Rosa . . .
"Brooks, let me finish, begin . . . listen. Rosa’s on
Kedzie at her momma house; she aiight. Me
and Rosa robbed those niggas safe house over there by
the alley on Monticello & Division this morning."
"Lord, them dudes gettin’ money, they gone send them
niggas atchall now. They know you and
Rosa bro! Lord, they don’t play that shit, they pop
niggas for a lot less."
"Brooks . . . fuck them! Me and Rosa wanted to kick it
on the gold coast tonight, so we hit them punks for 40
stacks, feel me? After we put them thangs up, we went
on State Street and blew five stacks at Marshall Fields. I
went and got us a room at the Palmer House. Me and my
girl needed to relax after killing every motherfucker in
that apartment, men, women, and children. A long soak
in the jacuzzi Brooks, and then we both went the fuck to
sleep. We got up about 7pm, got dougy, and took a cab
to the gold coast to eat dinner with and kidnap Rosa’s
stepfather, Dia."
Lord, are you serious?
Lord was as serious as cancer. Lord went on to
tell me that Dia had tried to rape Rosa multiple times
since she was 10, but he was unsuccessful. Rosa vowed
to punish him. Lord and his French Vanilla – skinned,
brick house of a girlfriend were gonna roll the drunk.
It just so happened the drunk was Dia, one of the most
successful and respected drug- dealers in Chicago. He
was also a pimp and Rosa’s mom was his main. Lord,
dressed in a black Ralph Lauren tuxedo and Ferragamo
shoes, sat patiently inside the idling cab, as Rosa entered
the restaurant. Inside the restaurant, Dia watched
attentively as his 5’10", 160 lb., 38-28-45, with
shimmering jet-black curls reaching down to the small of
her back, stepdaughter walked through the front door.
Rosa’s dress was painted on with a red brush. Her eyes
and jewels sparkled in the dim, candlelit setting. Rosa’s
gait was the preferred sheet-music of the trumpeter.
She’d earned the attention of every man, woman, and
child in the restaurant. Dia immediately removed his ass
from the booth. He had dismissed his goons, as he felt
comfortable, untouchable, in this part of town. Rosa
opened her arms to reciprocate Dia’s embrace. He
wrapped his arms around her waist. As his squeeze
weakened, he gradually slid his hands down to Rosa’s
45-inch ass and hips, helping himself to two handfuls.
Dia immediately ordered two more bottles of Veuve
Clicquot Rose Champagne. After an hour of
slamming champagne flutes of Clicquot and vodka
tonics, Dia was completely shit-faced. Rosa slipped off
one of her high-heeled pumps. Then she poured vodka
into one of the glasses on the table. Dia encouraged:
Drink, drink, let’s get fucked up tonight baby.
Instead of drinking from the glass of vodka, Rosa
stretched her leg until it was leaning against the table.
She poured vodka all over her immaculately pedicured
toes. Dia immediately lunged at Rosa’s feet before
sloppily slurping and sucking her toes. Rosa flirtingly
pushed him into a horizontal position with her saturated
toes pressed against his forehead. Dia, from the pleasant
pressure of Rosa’s soft foot, as he laid back, began to
snore before his head hit the cashmere cushion. After
receiving a text message from Rosa, Lord walked in to
roll the drunk. Lord and Rosa, each under an arm,
carried the comatose, heavy breathing corpse to the
awaiting taxi. Finally, the taxi pulled up in front of Dia’s
mansion in Oak Park. Lord and Rosa immediately
manipulated the heavy drunk until they could unload him
onto the porch swing. This was Dia’s private residence,
meaning no one, not even his family, knew this place
existed. Lord extended his pinky finger toward Rosa’s
hand and she instinctively gripped his pinky finger with
hers. Lord and Rosa opened the expansive front doors
and were awestruck at the absolute grandeur of the foyer.
The staircase, columns, fountains, walls; everything was
white marble and limestone. All the trimmings were
Swarovski crystal, from the light switches to the
chandeliers. Lord was as focused as a watchmaker
assembling all the very best components to ensure
durability, accuracy and reliability. Lord and Rosa held
hands while taking a leisurely stroll throughout the
mansion, as carefree as two 14-year-olds on a first date.
They agreed that Dia would undoubtedly have something
of great value in his master suite. As they entered the
enormous suite, Lord was drawn as well as fascinated by
a set of books. Thick, red, alligator-skinned books with
titanium spines. Rosa whispered to Lord:
"Don’t touch anything until you put these gloves on
baby."
Rosa handed Lord a pair of cotton gloves that she
retrieved from her purse. Lord was thoroughly
captivated by these books, understandably so, red was
his favorite color. Without thinking twice Lord slid the
last book in the set from its ebony casing. Lord carefully
opened it as if its contents were the words which told the
untainted truth of creation.
Rosa! Lord shouted. Look!
The beautiful book was gutted and housed a gold 1911,
9mm blicky; the handle covered with the same red
alligator-skin that covered the reference books. Now,
extremely curious, Lord reached for another reference
book from the set; opened it, also gutted. This time the
reference book’s contents were strange to say the least.
Rosa sat the book on the bed and quickly reached for
another, also gutted, the contents the same as the last.
While Lord examined the books contents, Rosa excitedly
opened another, then another . . . and another. All the
beautiful books were gutted and contained hundreds of
10-inch, solid gold safety pins. Each safety pin held
hundreds of half inch plastic bags, each containing one
piece of rocked up cocaine. The rocks within the bags
were substantial, at first glance, $50 rocks. Rosa and
Lord, without hesitation, began transporting the books to
the trunk of the idling taxi. After all the books were
accounted for; Lord slammed the trunk. As Lord and
Rosa held hands returning up the porch stairs, Lord
instructed Rosa to retrieve two bottles of beer from the
massive fridge. Rosa returned with the bottles of beer
and sat them on one of the end tables in the sitting room.
Lord struggled to get Dia off the