“Me and JT figure we hit the truck,” Arnold said. “I see it’s three o’clock, and I figure the dudes are running late so they’re getting careless,” Arnold said. “There’s a clock right there in the window of the pizza place,” JT said. “When I saw this, right away I checked the time.” “It means the lazy assholes don’t lock up between pickups,” Arnold said. “The first dude reaches in and pulls that mother open,” Arnold said. “But then me and JT are across the street, eating some pizza-and you know that little cage they got inside the truck?” Two minutes later he comes out with a pouch and some boxes, which I got to think is coins.” “The first guy is still holding his piece as the second guy goes into the bank.
He was short, square, brown skinned, and ugly.
“Then the second guy gets out, but he don’t have his piece out.” JT was talking now. He thinks he’s got everything under control.” Then he looks around like he’s mean mugging the fucking world and spreads his legs. The first guy hops out the cab and pulls his piece. “I see this armored truck pull up to the bank on 145th Street to pick up some cash. Was he actually going to run his get over to me? “Can I run with it?” Arnold asked, looking at all the dudes on the stoop. It’s a stone get over and we’re thinking of making a play, but we got to get some backup.” “Me and my boy here peeped a bank delivery yesterday,” Arnold said.
“I’m back on the street, back on my feet, steady sliding and riding hard!” “That’s yesterday’s news and last week’s blues,” Arnold said. “I heard you had a steady three, and a cot over at Rikers.” “What you doing running the streets?” Bobo said. “Hey, what’s going on?” Arnold is six three, almost six four, and lean.
My boy Owen was on trial with him, and he said the jury was cracking on him.” had him so confused, he was speaking in tongues and saying Hail Marys. “Arnold just came off a six-month bid for aggravated assault,” Bobo said. “Yo, man, check out who’s coming down the street,” Slice said. They don’t sell no Viagra down there, either. You got to have millions and billions the way those suckers downtown got. “You trying to rub two quarters together and get some altitude. “That ’cause you’ve never had enough money to make a difference,” Little Willie shot back. “You can’t get high sniffing no money,” Bobo said. Did you know those guys down on Wall Street sniff their money when they take a break? You pile a bunch of money up like they got, and you can actually get high on it!” “Steve needs to sell that fancy camera he got and invest the money in strawberry blunts.” Little Willie turned his hat to the side of his head. “You got diaper rash or something, and you out here trying to cool it off?” “And what you doing outside your house, anyway?” Bobo asked. You get caught in a strong wind and she ain’t going to see you no more.” “Look at the way your ears stick out, man. “What a girl need you for except a damned payday?” “Steve Harmon, well-known punk with a camera, believes in love.” Bobo was on a roll.
“That’s ’cause you’re a punk to begin with,” Bobo said. “Love doesn’t sound that bad to me,” I said. “Some girl run up on me talking about some love and I’m going to slap her upside her head, slap on her ass, and then pull out my checkbook and tell her exactly what I want and what I’m willing to pay for it.” “If I make it big-time, I’m just going to buy what I need straight out,” Little Willie said. That’s why all those girls chasing football players and rap stars. “If she’s strong, she ain’t going to fall in love with nobody unless they rich. “If a girl falls in love with you, it means she’s weak,” Bobo, who was the oldest guy on the stoop, said. The talk was stupid, about what girls they would mess with and what they would make them do if the girls were stupid enough to fall in love with them. Mostly it’s Bobo, Slice, and Little Willie doing the talking and me just listening. So it’s me, Bobo, Slice, and Little Willie sitting on the stoop talking.