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Cocaine
By Richard A Dedeaux
Saturday, December 22, 2007

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The rise and fall of a young lady because of a drug called Cocaine! (Draft)


 

 
 

 
 

 
 

Cocaine
 

 
 

 
 

Short Story
 

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Richard A. Dedeaux






 



 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 
 

Cocaine © 2008 by Richard A. Dedeaux. All rights re­served.
All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. Protection claimed includes all forms and matters of copyrightable material and information now allowed by statutory or judi­cial law or herein after granted. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in criti­cal articles or reviews. For information please contact: Richard A. Dedeaux 1030 West 92nd Street Los Angeles, California 90044






 



 
 

 
 

Introduction
 

 
 

 Cocaine is a true story. We all have done something in our lives we are we are not proud of and wish it would just go away. This short story cocaine is just such a thing. I lived this story in the early eighties. Wrote the story not long after I was incarcerated for possession and sales of cocaine. Jail changed my life, but there's nothing I can do to change the lives of the people I helped to destroy. I suppose that's why this short story languished in my file cabinet for more than four decades. I have learned to face and defeat my daemons as I hope the people in this short story have also. These short stories have now come of age. My youthful enthusiasm led me in many directions. However it was poetry and my affiliation with the Watts Prophets that peaked my interest the most. Everything else was retired to my file cabinet for the next four decades. I have endeavored to keep these short stories pretty much how they were written back in the turbulent sixties when so much was going on.
 

 Richard A. Dedeaux






 



 
 

 
 

 
 

Cocaine
 

 
 

       "What's up man? Asks Roger. "I can't call it. What's up with you?" Larry answers. "Well home boy you know that freak I've been running back and forth copping for?" Larry smiles. "Yeah dude what about her?" "Man I been with her all day. We freaked off all night and she stayed home from work today. Shit, you done clocked over two hundred from her since last night and the bitch is still going strong. She wants me to take her back to the Ready Teller but man it's 10:00 am and I'm played out. I got to get home to my family man." Then Roger quickly adds. "Anyway she wants to meet you dog. Is it alright if I bring her by?" "You know the game player is she cool?" Larry asks although he already knows her. "I've been knocking them boots for over five years. She's always been cool with me, she's just sprung." Roger knows this is the ticket for his next high.  "Ok, bring her by after she visits the Ready Teller." Larry hangs up the phone chuckling to him self. He already knows how she looks and pretty much what to expect from her.  Besides his ponders know his taste in quality women and that they will be handsomely rewarded if their efforts to hook him up pay off. Within forty five minutes a Black Chevy 4X4 races up the driveway. A tall tan, shapely woman exits the truck accompanied by Roger.  "Now remember, Larry's cool, but he don't like up tight chicks. Just relax and be yourself and he'll treat you real good." "Let's just go inside this neighborhood is not what I'm used to." Michelle chides. The couple rush inside tracked by neighbor-hood clients.  Larry hears them arrive but continues watching T.V. nursing a flat beer. Roger gives a coded knock. Then quickly enters the converted store front crack house located in a safe, but dangerous, gang infested neighborhood. "What up dog?" How's your hammer hanging?" "I can't call it," Larry replies, then turning to Michelle says "Welcome to the ghetto, Queen haven't we met before." "I don't think so." Michelle uncertain counters as Roger steps in to make the formal introduction. "Larry Michelle, Michelle Larry now yawl' know each other." "Pleased to meet you Queen, hope I get to know you better." Larry counters. "I don't think so. I mean I'm already seeing somebody, you know." "Yeah I do know, all the good ones' are already taken." Larry counters finishing his beer, then gesturing with his hands turns to Roger and asks. "What's up player?" "I'm on chill but Michelle might want a little something, something." Larry strikes a pose and gestures his hands towards. "What's up baby?"  "Well thanks a lot Roger." Michelle counters as she turns to face Larry yet can't find the words to express her desires. "Relax Michelle, I don't bite. Talk to me I'm here to serve you Queen." Larry assures her trying over come her anxieties. Roger makes his way to the couch enjoying Michelle's apprehension. "Roger said that you wanted to cop a little something, some- thing." Michelle tugging at her clothes and fidgeting, searches for the words she has never uttered before. "Roger said that you said that it was alright is I bought twenty five dollars worth." Wringing his hands and chuckling out loud Larry responds "Yeah it's okay." Confident he's made a connection. "This is my first buy Roger or my best friend Mildred usually takes care of this for me but she's in jail and Roger has to go home." "You don't need neither one of them. You can just come right to the source since we hooked up now." Larry counters. Michelle checks her Bra then fumbles through her purse and pulls out some cash. "Is it alright if I get twenty five dollars worth? I usually get more but I haven't cashed my check yet." "Yeah it's ok. I'm here to please." Larry then exits to a back room, returns with a postage size zip lock bag containing a small  piece of rock cocaine. "Here you are my dear." He holds out the package while eyeing her seductively knowing she'll be back as soon a she finishes this peace because he has the best shit in town. "Thank you." Michelle chides stuffing the baggie in her purse without examining it. "A novice." Larry muses to himself. He could tell by her manicured body and stylish clothes that she still had a job and hasn't been on the streets or used like the girls he was used to dealing with. "Let me give you my number" he says give me a call if you get lonesome or need anything." She'll call , thinks Larry - without fail. She's already in way over her head. Larry returns to his       T.V., serving his regular customers for the next few hours. As predicted Michelle returns. This time, she wants to purchase a $50.00 dollar rock. But, by check. "I had to pay some bills so I've over drawn my cash limit on my Ready Teller until after midnight tonight." "I have a cash only policy. Can't cash checks in this business." Larry replies. "However you're welcome to kick it here with me and get your smoke on." Before Michelle can respond, a couple of giggly, young ladies, arrive accompanied by Larry's smoked out worker Aaron Holmes. Larry makes an informal introduction. "Michelle, Aaron, Francine and Brenda. Aaron and me went to the same school together and dropped out about the same time." Larry explains. "What's happening baby boy? It's hot as hell out there but it'll start cooling down in the next hour or so." Then Aaron focuses his attention at Michelle. "Is this sexy lady a client or a significant other?" "Just a friend, I wish we were lovers." Larry explains "Well nice meeting you. What's your name again?" "Michelle" she replies  Michelle. my bell. Well we got to go, we got things to do, you know. What's up Larry, you down?" "Can't you see I got company. Don't be rude fool." "Oh well. See yaw'." Aaron and the two young ladies exit to the back room where Larry had gone earlier. "What are they doing in that back room?" ask Michelle. "I suppose they're going in there to freak off" he says. "Why, you wanna' get with them?" "Know they ain't." she counters. Larry walks to the to the phone puts on his answer machine then the front door locks it, then says. "Let's go see." They exit to the back room which is spacious with a back door and curtained windows facing south. A large couch occupies the east wall, facing the bedroom door Both young ladies are topless and giggly, freaking off  Aaron who is pre-occupied watching X-rated Videos. "Come on in and join the fun." Francine bacons the couple. On the coffee table sits a glass plate with several cocaine rocks of various sizes. The shabby curtains are tightly drawn across the barred curtains and the Stereo blares "Vanilla Ice, Ice baby too cold." Aaron is holding the pipe, while the ladies stroke and caress his naked body. "You ladies are being taken care of?" Larry asks. Except for a momentary glance the trio mostly ignores Larry and Michelle, who asks quizzically, "What are they doing?" "Ask your lying eyes what they see." Larry says, then casually asks, "You want to stay or go?" "Go!" Michelle replies without hesitation, Larry leads Michelle back to the store front living room. "I consider you special that's why I took you to the back" Larry knows Michelle is ready for a hit. "I've never done anything like that. I don't like Cocaine that much." "Nobody said you did, different strokes for different folks, but I still don't take no checks." "I swear the check's good, I just don't have any ready cash." "Well there's a free hit in there if you want it, this is a smoke free room." "Do I have to take off my clothes?’ "Probably, nothing's free." Larry counters.         "Well can you hold the check until midnight then I can go to the Ready Teller and get the cash." "It's three o-clock in the evening twelve o-clock tonight is a day away, you can just come back with the cash tonight, I'll be up. I'm here twenty four seven." "Please, I promise I'll bring the cash as soon as my money becomes available, I promise." "Why are you tripping? I got what you want, loosen up, I'll take care of you." Michelle finally begins to relent. "You promise you'll take care of me?"  "I promise, ready"? Predator and prey return to the back room. "You sure I'll be ok?" Michelle asks. "Let's go get high, I promise I'll take care of you."  Larry waste little time setting up his latest conquest. "I'll sit on the couch, you sit on this pillow on the floor." barely noticed by the other three. "Don't trip on them baby, concentrate on me." "I've never done anything like this before." Larry chuckles out loud "I believe you baby." Then he begins his conquest ritual. Now, let's raise Bertha's dress." He retrieves his special glass pipe from under the towel "First I dip the cotton torch into the alcohol bowl. I blot the excess on Berthas dress, before I light the torch. Then I take a slow steady pull on the pipe, stroking the soft blue alcohol flame across the bowl. Then I watch as the rock begins to dissolve creating a frying, crackling sound, as it sizzles and dissolves, filling the glass chamber with thick a white smoke." Everyone smiles as Larry,  still holding the hit flicks out the torch then places the sooty smoke filled pipe back under the towel. "Let's let Bertha cool off, then it's your turn baby. This hit's on the house baby. Don't worry about them haters they know what time it is." Larry chides, as Aaron, Francine and Brenda gleefully watch the decline of a Black Queen, as she takes her first step into a drug world that only a chosen few will manage to climb out. "Come-on baby it's your turn." Michelle takes the pipe fumbling clumsily as the two young ladies chuckle under their breath. Larry repeats the lighting ritual. Michelle takes a long slow hit then coughs it out now oblivious to what's happening around her. "It's alright baby, I'll walk you through this." Larry assures her as he tilts the pipe, "hold it at this angle." He re-lights the torch, and in a monotone voice explains. "Hit that glass dick nice and slow baby, then I want you to hit mine." She nods in agreement, fixated on the pipe, way past the point of under-standing what's happening. "Yeah, that's how you do it." Aaron chides as the girls chuckle with contempt. "She don't hear yawl haters, so be cool. Now after you take this hit I want you to spend some time on me." Michelle nods in agreement, eyes locked on the pipe anxious to continue. "Watch the smoke fill up in the chamber, then take it all in, and hold it as long as you can." Then Larry flicks out the torch, loosens his belt, unbuttons his pants. Michelle leans back exhales a thick white cloud of smoke, while staring blankly at the ceiling, reeling from the cocaine rush. "Okay bitch, you in my pocket now. After this hit it's me and you." The group becomes a little restless, hoping they get a turn. Larry hands Michelle the pipe, re-lights the torch, and begins waving the soft blue flame over and around the resin filled bowl. Michelle takes a another soft, steady hit, drawing the smoke from the smoke filled chamber.  Larry flicks out the torch, leans forward and begins unbuttoning her blouse. "After we freak off, I want you to get with my buddy and his girls, ok?" She nods in agreement. Oblivious to what Larry is saying or about to happen.
 

 
 

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