Day CCLXXVIII

I Quit

     I guess somebody called the cops, and since they patrolled the block for the rest of the evening, nothing happened. But, the next two weeks were tense, and it stayed like that for a long time. When we heard Yolanda and Francis had tied the knot, it lightened up a bit, but it was never the same again. A month later people were moving out, the incident had changed life on the block. I guess they feared retaliations, revenge, more blood shed, and so they moved.

     But that night was tense, and as I looked out the window, I saw groups of kids walking up, and down the block, looking all kinds of ways to see if anybody was coming. Whenever a squad car passed by, they would run into the nearest building until it was gone. I was really glad, and thanked God I wasn’t still up on acid. I had just given up nicotine, again, and here I was smoking, and staring out the freaking window, hoping these dumb assholes would come to their senses.

     Sunday morning I decided to take a hike out of the area, I wasn’t going to let myself be imprisoned in my own home, because of some dumb ass bullshit. So I walked up to the Concourse, and took a slow walk out to Fordham Road. It was a beautiful day, and people were going to Church. I was tempted to light one up, but instead at the next trash can, I dumped my smokes. This was going to be it, no more smokes for me. I Quit!