I could have spit on his up towns right then and there, but
“Ha!” “I got 200
right now, talk to me.”
In regards to my python, I just twisted my hand up in the
air as if to say “Dead that”. I’m not
selling it. Not until I get my hands on
But he kept harassing me about it like ‘he couldn’t go to
the pet shop and buy one of his own.
“What’s so special about mine?” I was thinking to
myself. Just like I said earlier, he
claims he had money, I knew he didn’t.
I could feel it.
So wouldn’t you know it, I heard through common word at work
some one was selling their red-tail boa for a hundred dollars. Speak of the devil, I thought. They even had a rosy boa.
I asked him to hold onto the red-tail for me. The man said he’d try, “I can’t make any
promises, cause a lot of people have been asking about it”. “So its kind of a ‘first come first serve’.”
So I pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen. “Here’s my phone number, call me if anything
That’s when I thought of Chie’s $200. Willing to take his offer in
That’s when he says in a panic, “I, I,” Chie stutters.
“Hold on,” I tried to explain. “There’s this fellow at work who says he’s selling his red-tail
and a rosy for only $170.”
“How long?” Chie
I squinted my eyes as if to say “How long? Why do you want
to know?” Then it hit me, maybe I am
telling him too much. So I slowed down
a little only to say, “The man is
selling it for $170.” I lied because I
already had $50 in my pocket, but Chie didn’t’ know that.
“Just give me $150 and we’ll call it a shot.”
“Square?” I said.
“Square,” Chie replied not even a half second after I nodded my head to
“But wait! I have to
get the money,” Chie said.
“ What?” I thought
you just had $200?”
“I do, I just have to go get it.” “Give me until 4:00?” he
“ OK,” I said before turning around. “I’ll meet you in Harlem at 4:00, OK?”
“Yeah, no problem,” he said.
I felt in my gut Chie was bullshitting about the whole idea,
but he seemed to really want this python so I figured if he really has the
money, go for it!”
I went to work later that morning. Came back at 4:00 as we had planned earlier and would you believe
it, just as I figured, Chie never showed up.”
Damn, I thought. But
I really wanted that boa, which suddenly got me thinking if he didn’t have the
money, he could have said something earlier.
I would have worked something out.
Besides, I had a good reputation in the pet stores through out that part
of the city; I could have worked something out.
Needless to say, a few days had gone by. I would have almost simply forgot the whole
thing until my cell phone rang. “Do you
want it?” The voice on the phone asked.
It was the pet store clerk saying he had another offer from a young lady
in the village.
Confused, I didn’t want to tell him to hold onto it too
long. I also didn’t want to sell it.
But this is the ‘naked city’ and you know how people and
money are in this town.
“Hold on,” I said, leaping out of my seat.
I ran across the hall banging on Chie’s door twice. I screamed his name three times, louder and
louder till I heard a faint response.
“Wait a minute,” the voice answered back. It was Chie. “Are you
ready, do you have the money?” I asked.
“I got arrested last night,” he said lazily rubbing his
eyes, “in Times Square.”
“Let me use the turntables?” he asked.
I said no as he was about to give me some long bullshit
story about how he was locked up in jail all night.
“Whatever!” I thought, walking away till it hit me; I turned
around, calmly looked him in the eye and said; “Don’t fuck me”.
Chie jumped back, startled, with both hands in the air,
stuttering, “I won’t” as if he were scared or something.
I knew he wasn’t scared, there was just something else going
on, that’s why I said it. I didn’t know
what it was, but whatever it was, I would soon find out.
It’s bad enough he messed up the python, but like I said,
Later that afternoon I went to work at Burger King hoping it
would calm my nerves, but I really wasn’t angry about that. I mean, how upset can you be over something
that was never yours to begin with? I
just got my hopes too soon. At least I
had my turntables, my python, and a roof over my head and of what was
mine. Or so I thought.
Waiting for the bus later that afternoon, I could see the
huge red Chevy sing from where I stood, next to the Ralph Cramden statue
outside of the Port Authority Bus Station on 8th Avenue. I was tired, so as soon as the next
available bus arrived I jumped on it.
While walking up the stairs to my apartment, I couldn’t stop
myself from wondering even if I tried; something was wrong, something was going
on, now or earlier. I didn’t know what,
but something was happening.
“Oh my God, I shouted, looking over acro