The Shit That Happened (continued). . .

El Speedy

Ignacio? Fucker was a loser. Left the family for some young bitch that dressed like a slut. Yeah, I guess she was cute but she didn’t need to be messing with some married fool. I guess it was mostly fucker’s fault though right?
One day I see this guy on the streets, some nice suit man, don’t know what the hell he’s doing here but he sticks out like a fucking grain of rice in a bowl of frijoles. So I watch him, gotta keep an eye on the territory you know. He’s standing next to his car, probably scared someone’s gonna take it or something. You know how the gringos are. Anyways, he looks like a cop or something so I make sure not to do nothing stupid. He tries to stop a lady but she don’t understand English so he just smiles and moves his hand like a idiot, then he stops the next lady. More people walk by but he’s only stopping the women and now I’m starting not to feel so good about this fool so I get up and walk to where he’s standing. He don’t stop me so I turn back around and ask him what the hell he wants. I’m like, Hey man, you need something?

Yeah, he says and then he starts explaining all this shit to me. Some words I don’t even know what the fuck they mean. But whatever, in the end all I know is I’m taking him to Robert’s mom’s apartment. I’m knocking at the door. Doña Chavela! I’m calling, but she can’t hear cause she’s cooking, the blender is going full blast, sounds like she’s blending rocks or some shit. After three hard knocks she finally answers the door. Hola m’ijo, she tells me, she always calls everyone m’ijo but I still feel special when she says it to me. Wish my moms would call me that…Anyways. The gringo in the suit is standing behind me waiting for me to introduce him, like he’s a friend or some shit. I just kind of ignore him and tell Doña Chavela everything he told me and when I finish she starts crying and I’m wondering if she’s crying cause she’s happy or cause she’s sad.
Then I’m standing outside my apartment one day when I see the slut walk into Doña Chavela’s apartment building. It’s been like a month. I’d been looking out for her but I hadn’t seen her, thought I missed her. Actually, I thought the bitch wasn’t gonna show up. She don’t look like a slut no more though. She still looks good but her jeans are decent and her boobs ain’t hanging out of her shirt like they used to. She’s holding a envelope in her left hand and dang! I feel happy for Doña Chavela, it’s the least she could get from the dead ass motherfucker.

Ignacio’s son, Robert, we call him Shorty cause he’s so fucking short, acts just like his dad, couldn’t stand him with his big ol’ stank. Always with some nice shoes though. Used to go around saying he got’em at the mall, but everyone knew they was “gifts” from the lady his moms worked for. Bitch was loaded, the owner I mean. Robert’s moms was broke as hell, cause you know everyone’s broke around here, but Robert’s mom, she had it hard with her three kids including old ass Robert who wasn’t no help, don’t know how she did it. Every fucking day I seen her come home from work with her purse, a plastic bag for her lunch and another plastic bag that she filled with empty soda cans, but mostly beer cans, she picked up on the streets. Poor lady needed help and son of a bitch Robert never did shit, always walking around only talking shit, acting like he was better that his moms. She would walk right in front of us and I would always say, Buenas tardes, but Robert would act like he didn’t even know her. I’d tell him all the time, help your moms man, she’s tired. But the fucker just acted like he didn’t hear.
Who knows? Maybe now that his dad’s gone he’ll man up and look out for his moms right?

 

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