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Andrew Roller Presents
JUPITER RISING
Chapter Seven
�Whoa, cool man, bad ass. Homey here has wheels!� Traynor Wilson
said to his friend Alfonse as a battered Yugo pulled up along the curb. A
finger and thumb were flashed at him from one of the car�s occupants.
�Get in!� a voice said encouragingly. Traynor looked at Alfonse. The
car already had three homeys in it, and it wasn�t the prettiest he�d ever
seen, but it was wheels and that was what they needed if they wanted to
pick up some girls and go to the party in style. Dating by way of the city
bus was not exactly what got the women excited.
�Righteous!� Traynor Wilson said. Someone opened the Yugo�s side
door. Trash spilled out. Home boy Magnus leaned forward. Traynor Wilson
got in, pressing past him into the Yugo�s back seat. Then Alfonse got in
after him, all of them squeezing in together. It was hot and crowded.
There wasn�t much room left for the ladies. The car�s driver, Shemiel,
turned up the hip-hop. What the car lacked in room would have to be made
up for in stylish ear-popping noise. Not that much had been invested in the
Yugo�s stereo as of yet, however. It was still the factory-installed
version.
�Say man, that shit has got to go!� Traynor told Shemiel from the
back seat.
�Yeah, I know. Shit radio�s all we got for tonight,� Shemiel
answered. He was just pulling away from the curb when L.A.�s finest
appeared behind him. �Oh fuck! We got some heat!� Shemiel said. The
home boys were not slow to respond. The car emptied in seconds.
Shemiel, still sitting behind the wheel and with fast-charging hip hop
blasting his ears, decided to make a break. If he was going downtown for
stealing a car, he might as well try to get away first. After all, he was
older than the other home boys. Some of them were under 18, headed only
for juvenile hall if they were caught. He was 24, and that meant sitting
with the big boys and possibly learning to bend over for them.
Shemiel hit the gas. The cop car�s doomsday lights began flashing.
It was a short chase, and the next morning, when Mrs. Helen Morganstern
turned on her television, she learned that the police had a break in the
kidnapping case. Lisa Onion had apparently been kidnapped by a black man.
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