Hengsta: The Definition of a Gangsta

HENGSTA: PART ONE

its been 12 weeks and 26 days since his release from calipatria state prison. he pictured his welcome home party a lil bit different than what god gave him but he cherished it out gratefully anyways.

he got off the greyhound bus at the el centro station where usually all inmates got off. he didnt find anybody with a sign with his name just one of his homies who obviously was in a rush for no fuccen reason.

he asked to be dropped off at his gma's and so the homie dropped him off. no one was home. he took the spare key outta the buddha fountain's ass and let himself in.

first thing he saw was the kitchen. you'd think a nigga who was on loccdown 23 hours a day for 9 years would want pussy, but his hunger led him to the room with the fridge.

he found leftover kfc in the fridge and devoured it like there was no tomorrow. he finished his meal in a liccity split second and reached for the phone.

1-510-378-1059

the line rang once and went straight to the operator.

'your call cannot be completed as dialed. please call your telephone provider to enable long distance service.'

he slammed the phone down and went to the baccyard to see his baby.

he rushed out the bacc door to find his baby covered under a tree just like how he left it. he ripped the cover off and found his 20 inch daytons almost covered in dirt. he took his keys out of the wheel well and opened the trunk.

the trunk popped open like a treasure chest and he got wide eyed as he took the liner off the hidden compartment he had built in there. he retrieved several handfuls of money, a duffel bag full of clothes, a prepaid phone and as pretty as she can be, deucedeuce [.22].

he tucced the deuce between his waistband and light complected flesh. he then scooped the money and phone into the duffel bag and slammed the trunk down.

he ran into his room and counted his money.



HENGSTA: PART TWO
$12,000.

12g's was the total amount of money he counted while activating his prepaid phone. he thought in his head, "12g's only? what the fucc happened to the rest?" there was only one person who knew there was money in the bacc of that trunk.

lani. lani's hoodrat ass knew there was money in the bacc of that shit. he dialed her number by heart and got more angry by each ring.


lani, hello?.
demon, bitch, where the fucc is my money!.
lani, nah uh, who the fucc is this?!.
demon, bitch, you know who the fucc this is.

she stayed quiet for awhile until demon barked loudly into the phone.

demon, I WANT MY MONEY BITCH.
lani, nigga, who the fucc you think you are callin me askin for MY MONEY.
demon, YO' MONEY? YO' MONEY HUH? explain this to me.

he lay on his bed and waited for her to respond.

lani, THIS MY MONEY, THIS THE MONEY YO' ASS OWE ME FOR MY CAR REPAIRS.
demon, what car repairs bitch? i was locced up! i aint use your car.
lani, before yo' ass got in nigga, i had to drive you everywhere, the car fuccen broke when yo' ass ran up to sactown to fucc with that girl jasmine or nicole, whoever the fucc her young ass is.
demon, LISTEN, IMMA TELL YOU THIS SLOWLY AND CAREFULLY SINCE I KNOW YO' ASS IS DEAF AS FUCC. GIMME MY MUTHAFUCCEN MONEY. BETTER YET, IMMA GO GET IT. I'LL BE AT YOUR HOUSE IN 12.

he ended the call and redialed the number he tried dialing on the house phone.

1-510-378-1059. it rang once. it rang twice. it rang a third time, then she finally picced up.

wifey, hello?.
demon, sup wifey
wifey, nothin' much babe, whats takin you so long?.
demon, lani's ass took some of the money.
wifey, what? how she know bout it?.

demon hesitated to answer. he was with lani before nikki. before he ran to sac and met nikki through his cousin. nikki was edged with lies and faults when he met her but she smoothed out over the years. shes been there since he got locced up and sticced with him through it all. after four years of letters full of lovin' they got married in the prison. she was truly his wifey.

nikki, babe? how she know?.
demon, we'll talk bout it later, when i come up there, i got to go, i'll be there in a couple of days, i love you.
nikki, mmkay, i love you too.

he ended that call in shame that he couldnt bring himself to tell nikki that lani visited him a couple of times while in the pen. not to mention she put some money on his books.

one day while in the cell, c.o. strolled bout on his blocc and said, HENGSTA, YOU GOTTA FAMILY VISIT. demon was ecstatic for his visit. he imagined nikki, the ghetto ass trailer and the two hour time limit he was given on a family visit.

when he was brought to the trailer he found lani in it. lani cooked for him and talked bout who was fuccen who and all that stuff he wasnt really listenin to. he was sad that it was lani.

lani figured that the small talk wasnt working so she gave him head.

demon appalled at her actions but it was lani. he pushed her bacc at first thinkin and yellin, GUARD! I WANNA GO BACC TO MY CELL! GUARD!

she got closer to him and succed him up. he closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure he hasnt had in a damn while. everything just happened too quicc.


HENGSTA: PART THREE
he arrived at lani's house furious at himself. all he wanted to do was get the money and go home to nikki.

lani opened the door quiccly and let him in. she was half naked. her tits were out and glistenin in the sun as touched down on them. demon caught a glimpse and an image of nikki popped up in his mind.

he withdrew the deuce and put it to lani's head.

demon, WHERE'S THE MUTHAFUCCEN MONEY AT TRICC?!.
lani, i aint got it.
demon, WHAT THE FUCC YOU JUST SAY HOE?!.
lani, I AINT GOT IT MUTHAFUCCA, DAMN!.

demon lifted the deuce and smashed it against lani's head. it knocced her unconscious and he duct taped her body to the kitchen table.

demon ransacced the house as if he were LAPD, SWAT, and the ATF put together in one. altogether all he found was 5g's and a fofo. [.44]

aggravated he went bacc to the kitchen. lani was awake now. he took her fofo and knocced her unconcious again.

he carried the money in his waistband. he pumped so much iron in the pen he could hide textbooks in his pants. nigga was huge.

he hopped in the caprice and called wifey.

nikki, sup, you handle her?.
demon, yea wifey i did, but i aint get all of it bacc.
nikki, all good, just come home soon.
demon, i'll be there the day after tomorrow.
nikki, its coo, i love ya.
demon, i love you too.

he called a hook for an eighth and a bag of pillz. by the time he got home he was blasted outta his mind. he didnt even notice his gma's car parked in the drive way all he wanted to do was crash and burn.

he practically crawled in the house. he went to his room and sparked the blunt that hung from his lips. he felt higher than ever, or it just felt this way since he hasnt smoked for dayz.

around 12 he finally fell asleep. little did he know that when he is to wake up his worst nightmare would become reality.

HENGSTA: PART FOUR

Almost four months have passed since he’s got out. She tried to get him outta her mind but she couldn’t. Errything is all fucced up she thought. Errything is all up on her like some dumbass shit.

She got up from her bed and passed by her sleeping lil sister, Julie, who had her own bed on the opposite side of the room. She made her way to the balcony with her thin blanket and carton of newports with the lighter tucced already inside.

She closed the door lightly so Julie wouldn’t wake up. Her other sister, Viccy, who wasn’t really her sister, had the second room of the apartment which was directly across there‘s. Viccy sleeps quite earlier than anybody in the house so they decided to give her her own room.

Nikki sat in the balcony lighting a cig and inhaling it deeply. She exhaled and thought bacc. She thought bacc to when errything made sense. Right now, shit didn’t make sense at all..

genevieve, Nikki. Nikki!.

I woke up and found Genevieve in my face looking pretty as always. Genevieve was one of the first home girls to find out ‘bout my wedding. I asked her if she could be one of the witnesses in me and Baby’s wedding. Without hesitation she volunteered to be the flower girl.

genevieve, Get up! It’s time to go!.
nikki, Mmkay.

I got up and sat on my bed for a second. Today was my wedding day. Im eighteen years old and im getting married. “im getting married, g.”

genevieve, I know! Crazy!.

I stood from the bed and headed straight for the bathroom. I turned on the radio and adjusted the temperature of the shower. My excitement grew with every step I took. “I’m getting married!” I smiled and hopped in the shower.

Within 45 minutes I was ready for the less than an hour drive to San Quentin State Prison. I walked out of my room and saw errybodyy ready for the ride. Genevieve was watchin tv, Jasmine was eating nutella, Camilla was textin on her phone and lil kristian sat there with a welcoming smile on his face.

kristian, “SIS! YOU GETTING MARRIED TODAY! HOW YA FEEL?!”.
He gave me a tight hug.
nikki, “I’m alright, lil bro.”
I gave him a pat on the bacc and he let go of the hug.

Errybodyy stood up and headed to the car. Genevieve carried the camera, jasmine carried the basket of food, kristian brought the rings and Camilla brought the navigation system. We really didn’t need the navigation system but I wanted to bring it just in case.

We mobbed in the car and got on 880 towards the prison. I smiled and thought in my head for the last time, “im getting married.”




HENGSTA: PART FIVE

clergy, with the power invested in me by the state of California, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.

He was smiling. I was smiling. I heard errybodyy in the baccground cheer. I leaned in and gave the love of my life the most sincere kiss I ever gave him in our four year relationship. He pulled me closer and we hugged until the guard yelled, “BACC UP!”

I bacced up and looked at Camilla, Genevieve, jasmine and kristian. They smiled and went up to me and Baby. I started crying and yelled, “SHIT NIGGAS, I’M MARRIED!”

Within two hours the commotion died down. Camilla, Genevieve, Jasmine and Kristian went home. I was on my honeymoon with my husband. . In a trailer in the most dangerous maximum security California state prison in the entire state. That felt reassuring. Ha.

I heard the cooking oil pop, snap and craccle. I refocused my attention to the fried chiccen I was fryin and flipped it over. I turned around and found Baby trynna adjust the ghetto ass radio on a good station. I stared at him then laughed.

demon, what?.
nikki, nothing.
demon, no, tell me.
nikki, nothing, youre cute, haha.

He hit the radio one more time and we heard nothing but static. I went up to him and gave him a nice bear hug. His arms were bigger than my head now. Shit. He held me tighter and I smiled into his chest. He made his grip tighter and tighter until I bit him in the chest.

demon, OWW, WHAT THE HELL BABE!.
nikki, hahahhaa, I told your ass to get off me I couldn’t breathe.
demon, youre mean.

I kissed his cheek and pinched it. “I love you too, now get the fuccen rice, I wanna eat.”


HENGSTA: PART SIX

Months and years passed since the wedding and honeymoon.

Nikki and Demon talked at least three times a week on the phone. Things were fuccen good. Married, employed, bills are on time, shit was makin’ it. Nikki and Demon couldn’t wait to restart life outside of the prison walls. It was like God came thru after all. All the hours of waiting, letter writing and short phone calls were over in a time span of a week.

The hours passed and the day finally came. Demon was released to from prison and was heading to his gma’s to picc up his shit.

Nikki was at home waiting for his arrival. Even though she knew he wouldn’t come for prolly another week she waited for his call. A call she didn’t even know when she was gonna get.

At last he called the next day which seemed like a month of waiting. They spoke briefly and confirmed that he was okay and he’d come home in a couple of days. He was supposed to come home immediately but that tricc ass Lani fucced wit the money, its all hood though, at least he was comin’ home.

The same day nikki checced the mail. She got mail from the prison. The letter was a log of all the people who visited Demon and who gave him money thru his books.

CALIPATRIA STATE PRISON LOG:
NIKKI RAMOS - VISITED - WEDDING/HONEYMOON
NIKKI RAMOS - VISITED - $500 ON BOOKS
NIKKI RAMOS - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT
NIKKI RAMOS - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT
NIKKI RAMOS - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT
NIKKI RAMOS - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT
LANI SAEPAN - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT
NIKKI RAMOS - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT
NIKKI RAMOS - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT
NIKKI RAMOS - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT
LANI SAEPAN - VISITED - $200 ON BOOKS
NIKKI RAMOS - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT
NIKKI RAMOS - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT
LANI SAEPAN - VISITED - FAMILY VISIT
LANI SAEPAN - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT
LANI SAEPAN - VISITED - PERSONAL VISIT

PRISON LOG SUMMARY:
NIKKI RAMOS - 1 WEDDING/HONEY MONEY VISIT
1 BOOKS FILLING AND VISIT
9 PERSONAL VISITS

LANI SAEPAN - 1 BOOKS FILLING AND VISIT
2 PERSONAL VISITS
1 FAMILY VISIT

Nikki threw the paper on the table and went to go smoke, she didn’t need this typa shit rye now.