Chapter Five
It was a sweet night as we drove, summer char in the air, she sat nice and close, head on my shoulder, as I threw down some velvet, Sade.
I’m a smooth operator. LOL.
I know, I am obsessed with that tune, mood music, smiled as the wind kissed her multiple tattoos, piercings and Goth black hair.
First dates are fun, we fit nice.
I thought about buying the kid a-chocolate-malt. Naw, Glenda likes thin more than me and she likes it that way. So we whizzed back in the Buick Bat Mobile to my massive artist’s loft, the one stitched over Chang’s Chinese laundry.
Fuck I love that movie China Town, “Jake, come on, it’s just China Town.”
Smoking, laughing, tweaking, we cruised up to my place and parked.
Lots a gang members lolly-gagging around and they protect me, my car and my di
