Chapter 1- Summer 2001
I had just awoken from a deep hungover high as hell comotosed sleep. Last night me and the homies crashed a house party in Overtown and hung all the way out for the 2000’s. It all started round 9pm Don, Tron, Fat Boy , and me I’m Smokedog Smoke for short we were riding in Tron’s ol girl 01 BMW 325i sliding down 7th ave in the city vibing when the homie Prime called and said big house party in Overtown right now y’all slide through and come chill. So we got the address and slid we ain’t have shit to do anyway so. When we pulled up it was on swole I’m talking babies and nigga’s everywhere posted up vibing smoking and drinking. Y’all boys ready to slide i asked. Yeah hold up Tron said rolling up a spliff and tucking his pistol in his waist. I already had mines tucked and ready plus I had two joints of crip rolled up already in my back wood pack in my pocket so I was ready to mingle and find something to fuck tonight. Nigga fire that joint up ol anxious freaky ass nigga Tron said. Nigga whatever I said firing the joint up you just mad cause I’m fucking more hoes then you nigga. You got that Fatboy said as everybody busted out laughing. See I was the pretty boy killer out the group all the girls wanted my chocolate ass and I had a no nonsense attitude I was quick tempered. Don was a certified nutcase but you wouldn’t know it cause he was so socialiable and cordial and well mannered but he was a straight menace. Tron was the grimiest out the crew but the most resourceful beside me he’ll be cool with you and turn around and set you up for the kill his loyalty only resides with us. Fatboy was the only one in the car that’s not a true smacker but he’ll smack something though if it came down to it, he was a certified hustler though and his hands was in everything and together we made up the rebels cause we made our own rules and did our own thing. We hopped out at the party fresh to death and everybody looked our way. We were making noise in the streets and we were nothing but 13 at the time. That’s the rebels yo what they doing on this side of town someone in the crowd said then a tall light skinned brother stepped out and said y’all boys at the wrong party. I was finna speak when Prime came out from the house and said yo Gutta they with me Homie fall back. Everybody dispersed and the party started back up. Yo my niggas waz good Prime said dapping us up. Shit thought we was gone have to pull a stunt out here Tron said seriously. Naw I run things round here y’all boys good in my city Prime said. Naw we good regardless homie Don said looking Prime dead in the eyes. I know bra y’all boys Gucci let’s party and chill. That we did and I got like 5 numbers before I passed out on 1738.
