King Dave Page #3

to understand he can't jack just anybody.

'Cuz I ain't anybody.

Oh sh*t no, man!

So I get it in my head

to drive out to St-Francois in Marc's car.

And Marc, 'cuz I ain't got a license.

All this just to find my nigga.

Yo Marc, can I ask you something?

Could you come over, man, I ain't feelin' that great.

You know, I just rather not be alone right now.

Yeah.

Yeah OK, cool.

I'll be waiting.

You're right, man, that's what friends are for.

You're right.

Don't worry, I won't call her.

Got better things to do.

I'm trying to...

I try to think up a plan.

Just in case we actually find this nigga.

The smell of Nathalie creeping up my nose.

The eyes of the nigga acting tough in the club.

Nathalie's message playin' back in my head.

Too many things at the same time,

in this little head of mine.

Sh*t, I can't think straight.

Thinking of Nat with some other guy.

I'm going crazy.

I shouldn't give a f***, but my head keeps on spinning.

Focus, focus on the nigga, Dave.

Away to get revenge, to punish him for all this sh*t.

Nat must already be with some other a**hole.

Freaking out, stories get mixed up.

I just can't see straight. And all of a sudden...

Don't know why I hadn't thought of it before.

If my nigga is in a gang like the BFTs,

say I track him down, say I get him alone

and say I f***in' beat his ass, he won't just

leave it like that, he'll start lookin' for me.

And him and his crew are gonna f***in'

beat me even worse. Worse than worse, f***.

End of story.

I gotta get him alone.

And figure out a way so he won't recognize me.

Like...

Ski mask.

Yo man.

What's up?

It's been almost a week me and Marc ride the streets

of St-Frank's everyday to find Stanley.

That's what we call my nigga.

Easier. We understand each other, we communicate.

We're getting to know St-Francois a bit too well.

We've been all over the f***in' place, man.

Everywhere:
poly, schools,

arcades, parks, convenience store parking lots,

shopping malls, e-ve-ry where, man.

We ran into a few BFTs.

- But not Stanley.

But what's really cool is that Marc offered his help

without me even having to ask.

Yo Dave, man, you have to find this guy.

It'll help you unload all this stress.

Just forget about her, man.

It's crazy! What she did to you.

You know what, man?

She's just a little slut.

That's what he said,

and I'm thinking he's absolutely right.

That's what friends are for, man:

to get you back on track.

Sometimes...

I think it's weird 'cuz Marc

was actually a friend of Net's.

I start thinkin' he's gonna tell her what we're doin'.

It's not like I'm tellin' Marc all this stuff,

so he can like smooth things over with Nat.

But I know I can trust him.

Sh*t, man, she...

she always does that, man.

You saw her on the dance floor, all slutty and sh*t?

What I'm supposed to do?

Stand there like an idiot while she's kicking

her sh*t with everybody in the f***in' club'?

She's hornier on the dance floor

than in my bed. Is it normal?

No, man, but...

- Yo this girl is playin' me.

Yo Dave. Calm down, man.

You say that 'cuz you're pissed.

No, man. I know I'm pissed off

but I asked her to stop a bunch of times.

But she doesn't care. Same story, man. Each time!

I even shut up about how she dresses.

Lookin' like her tits are gonna explode outta her top.

Cool, yeah really cool.

Come on guys, have a peek at her great rack.

I miss her, man.

My shitty place is f***in' depressing.

So OK, I wasn't always the best guy.

But I don't deserve that, man.

You should find another girl, man.

No, man. I don't want to sleep with another girl.

It's Nat I want. Just Nat. Nobody else.

I love her, man.

It hurts too f***in' bad.

I don't know what I'd do without you.

It's gonna be OK, man.

It's cool, man. I ain't no fag!

Maybe without even knowin' it,

I ain't really lookin' for Stanley anymore.

Maybe it's just a way to take my mind off sh*t,

to think about something else than Nat.

Nah. I don't think so 'cuz today,

I found the little f***in' something I needed

to make my plan to get Stanley, f***in' solid.

Actually, the somebody.

Fix.

This guy, man...

A legend in RDP, you know.

Fix.

A black raised by whites but who speaks

with a Creole accent stronger than the whole of Haiti.

Fix, the only guy I know wearing jerseys

with his name on it. Fix the glassy eyes.

Fix the coolness.

Fix the gangsta.

Fix the nutcase who could blow up a block

just to have fun.

Fix the pusher.

Fix who can fix any problem for cash.

"I'll fix this or I'll die",

it's written on his basketball jersey.

Fix who can do anything, who can find anything.

As long as you got the cash.

First time I saw him, he was in the same bus

as me with his crew. Clearly partying.

The guy was f***in' high, man.

Wasted.

Then for no reason, just to have something to do,

for kicks,

they started messing with an old lady,

calling her formaldehyde.

They were dancing for her. I don't know.

Messing around.

Then a guy stood up and asked them to calm down,

to let her go.

They surrounded the guy.

Him, man, he couldn't do sh*t.

If he tried to move, he'd be kicked to sh*t.

Anyway he didn't have much time to think it over.

They tried to have them kissing each other.

It became a f***in' zoo, man.

Guys were standing up, shouting.

Guys were banging in the windows.

After that they didn't even try to run.

The worst part is they were just strollin'

down the street towards the police station

3 blocks over.

Then I don't know why,

I must have thought that if I waited there...

til the cops came, people might have said

I was pan of the crew. Like just to say they got one.

So without even noticing,

I was walking with Fix and his crew.

I spent the evening with 'em, drinking forties

and smoking spliffs in the park.

They spent the whole night reenacting the scene

with the old lady, imitating the guy's face.

They didn't get their kicks outta breakin' stuff,

it was all about seeing fear in your eyes.

To be above you for just a couple of seconds,

then to have a good story to tell.

I'm pretty sure to find him

at the same spot, in the same park.

And if I'm lucky, he's gonna help me get Stanley.

For a little cash.

Although my revenge... bares no price.

I cross the park slowly.

Here the RDP's bad boys own the night.

During the day you know... how the hell should I know?

I guess it's for the tree huggers too broke

to take a trip up North.

I'm scared.

It's as dark as the inside of an ass up in here.

I come up to the forest.

Smells like fire.

Must be them.

I ask myself if this is the right move.

Weird sh*t happened here.

Spot for rapes.

Let's just say I wouldn't be surprised

to be walking along one day

and to find a body laying in a puddle.

I'm still hesitating.

Ah f*** it, nothing to lose.

Ah f***, man.

My hoodie is gonna be full of lil' thorny things.

I start to hear some people.

Having a good time.

Yo, quiet!

F*** they heard me, man.

I would have preferred... It would have been easier,

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