The Continuing Saga of:
”ICICLE BILL and Tommy Two-Head”

Part Three

Chapter Eleven: Big Grizzly & Blinky Mo

     He’d showed up late, shirtless, drinking a forty-ouncer and grabbing at Becky Sue Wick’s backside as he chased her around the classroom. Becky Sue was a cheerleader, blond & blue-blooded, a straight ’A’ student, as pure as the driven snow, and the daughter of a local judge. She also had a habit of biting her lip in a way that drove Heavy Griz crazy. Also, despite an obviously good up-bringing and aware fashion sense, for some odd reason she always seemed to buy her skirts and blouses one or two sizes too small. In his inebriated state, Griz was sure she wanted him as much as he her and was determined to seal the deal and do the deed, right here in sixth period history. It no doubt would be historic, except Becky Sue wasn’t receptive at all. In fact, she was down right hysterical and panic-stricken and mortified. She was also faster than Griz and on the third trip around the classroom Griz collided with the back wall and fell to a skidding halt in a heap in the corner. That’s when the teacher made a huge mistake. He dashed for the closet to retrieve the wooden paddle that he kept for just such occasions. When he turned around however, he quickly realized this was not a wise decision. Griz swooped on him like a hungry lion on a wounded tree monkey and wrenched the paddle from his feeble hand. He then proceeded to beat him with it to within a couple of inches of his now miserable life. The only thing that stopped him from beating the poor guy to death was that in the middle of the ass whipping Griz happened to look up and notice the blood lust shining vividly in Becky Sue’s eyes as she stood watching in rapt attention and fascination. Her breasts had never been more full and luscious, her face never so animated and desirable. As he culminated the beating, it seemed that with every blow Becky Sue trembled slightly in excitement and her breath filled her ample lungs in greedy gulps. Her hands were clenched tight and her eyes fluttered back slightly in frenzied convulsion. He was completely entranced to realize than Becky Sue was actually getting off on this.

     Two years later Griz got out of juvenile hall and hooked up with his partner, Blinky Mo. Together they carved out their own little territory, making more money in a month than most of the ass kissers he went to school with would ever earn in a year. He smiled when he thought about that. He also enjoyed the recent memory of running into Becky Sue at a local nightclub. He had turned her on to one of his famous party jammers and she’d ended up naked in the backseat, professing her sincere love for Big Griz. He’d dumped her off in her front yard, still naked and sporting a brand new tattoo that read, ”HG” in old English, straight across her fine ass. You can’t buy those kind of special memories. He was rolling a mini jammer for himself right now. A smear of tar heroin on a rolling paper, a nice pinch of high grade weed, a few strands of tobacco, sprinkle on a dash of coke or meth or dust and get the day going right. No alcohol hangover and not as over powering as using a needle. Griz wanted to be mellow but still lucid because he was on a mission. He was picking up Blinky Mo from the clinic. Five, six days ago Blinks got shot up when a little incident had blown up during a drug run. The whole thing had been too convoluted for Griz’s taste, and he’d told Blinky so.

     The scenario centered around their old homeboy, Gangster G, who had suddenly and unexpectedly gotten out of prison last week. G was serving a life term for murder one, but somehow had gotten out after serving only a few months. He said it was due to some legal technicality, but suspicion was hanging all over the deal. Blinky was convinced that G had ratted out the gang and had devised a plan to test G’s loyalty. G was to be sent in to the connection to cop a kilo of China White and a kilo of meth. The catch was, he was going to have to close the deal for free by using whatever force was necessary. When G returned to the car with the dope and no shots fired, Blinky was even more suspicious.

     As they exited the neighborhood, the questioning began.

     ”How’d it go?”

     ”I got it all!” G produced a big zip-lock baggie of white powder and another of an off white.

     ”You take care of all the details?” Blinky pressed.

     ”I got everything he had.” G was a little sweaty and agitated, but seemed satisfied.

     ”You finish the connect?”

     ”I didn’t have to, he gave it up.”

     Blinky kept driving, twisting from one side street to another . Griz could tell he was angling for a fight and he wasn’t pleased with G’s answers. ”The job was to leave no witnesses, I thought that was clear.”

     G was holding his position, he answered reasonably. ”Look man, his wife and kids were in there. He gave up the goods, there weren’t no reasons to smoke the whole family. We got the dope, we’re out clean. Let’s be happy it went so smooth.”

     Griz was way cool with how it turned out, but he could tell Blinky was deliberating. He could sense trouble and read the forecast of doom in Blinky’s eyes. As they made their way through back alleys, the tension in the car was palpable. They parked behind a bowling alley where overgrown palms and shrubbery covered the seldom driven roadway. The spot was perfect for privacy. Blinks was quiet, G was calm and cool, Griz slid his hand under his shirt and eased the safety off the gun in his waistband. Before he could gauge his next move, G and Blinky had both drawn guns and a hail of bullets filled the car. Smoke and noise and pandemonium ensued. It was a war zone ln a tiny space. Griz’s ears were ringing and the smoke filled his nostrils and eyes. Somehow, G managed to extricate himself from the car and slip away, trailing blood pretty heavily. Blinks got it in the shoulder and upper arm, a piece of ear was missing and his forehead was grazed. Griz was unscathed. They searched the area for G for most of the day and the blood trail ended at a McDonald’s drive-thru. Griz finally got Blinky to go to a clinic after it became obvious that the wounds weren’t going to heal on their own. A grand to the doctor and a bit of intimidation insured confidentiality. As Blinky strode out of the clinic, he looked pretty tore up, but he was ready to get to business.

     ”Any leads on G?” Griz asked. ”He ain’t in L.A. as far as I can tell. Nobody seen him, I got his ma’s pad staked out but I don’t think he’d bring heat there. He ain’t in the hospitals, he ain’t in jail and that bag of crank he got away with ain’t turned up nowhere. He disappeared.”

     ”He couldn’t get too far, he was bleeding too bad.” Blinky thought for a moment. ”He’s got family in Mexico, but he wouldn’t go south with the dope, it’d lose value. He don’t got no money cos he just got out of the joint. He can’t go to the neighborhood or home but he needs sanctuary and medical attention, but where?”
Griz was debating with himself. He wasn’t sure G was a rat, but he couldn’t hold out on Blinky, he was his long time ace homeboy. Even if G did get out on a technically, he knew his loyalties lay with Blinky. ”I heard his hermana’s in Vegas dancing in a club, Crazyhorse I think.”

     Blinky smiled and nodded, he was hoping Griz was on it.

     ”How good’s the information?” Griz adjusted his bandana and pulled his shades from the visor. ”As good as it gets I guess.” That was good enough for B1inky, he fired up the Chevy. ”We need to get out of town for awhile anyway, it’s gettin too hot.” On the drive to Vegas, Griz once again let his thoughts drift to Becky Sue Wick. He was fairly certain her info on Gloria Lupino was accurate. Becky and Gloria had been friends back in school. They even did those lame beauty pageants together. Griz smiled when he thought about Becky Sue parading around on stage for a swimsuit competition. He knew her pageant days were over for good though. She ain’t gonna be sashaying her sweet ass across no stage with a big old English ”HG” across it, and that’s just how he liked it.

     They were about halfway to Vegas and he was 1ost in his daydreaming when a slow moving white Lincoln pulled onto the freeway directly in front of them. Blinky had to swerve to miss it. With the sand and sun and bleached out terrain, the car had blended right into the desert scenery and appeared out of nowhere. Griz looked back in agitation and realized there wasn’t any marked turn off back there, they just drove right out of the desert. Something in the distance caught his eye. About a mile or two off the freeway, buzzards were circling. He thought to himself, ”Nothing out there but sand and cactus. Mother f gotta be crazy t’be out in that hell wandering around. Stupid ass gringos ain’t got no sense.” He pulled the bandana over his eyes and settled in. He went back to his daydreaming about Becky Sue Wick.