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Da Cab

     “Dat suckah don has no money, wata hail is he dooning, man?”

     “Ya don’t suppose he gon mug det cabby dooya!”

      We all looked at one another, and smiled as he got in the cab. It pulled out, and about half way down the block it screeched to a halt. We ran down, to see what happened, and there was Dick in handcuffs.

     Six months later when he came out of juvie, he told us what happened. The minute he got in the cab, he pulled out his knife, put it on the cabbies neck, and screamed,

    “Gimme ya facking money!”

    “Hold it a minute son, don’t do nuting stupid, okay!” The cabby said, then as he grabbed Dick's knife hand with his left, he simultaneously slid his right under his seat, and pulled out his service pistol, as he did all of that he slammed his foot on the brake.

     “Man, dat coppah had a hold on my hand like a vice grip!” he recalled.

     Dumb ass Dick’s luck ran out, he brought a knife to a gun fight with a cop. Since it was his first time in trouble, they let him out after six months. But he spent spring and summer locked up.

     “Alls I wanted was to buy some smokes, man.”

     We didn’t think he was that stupid, it was a joke, but apparently he was that dumb. After that we avoided him like the plague. Dick eventually dropped out of school, and became one of  the many victims of heroin at the time. It’s amazing what some peeps will do for a smoke.