I'se hasn't seen da Delancey's in a while, an was wonderin where they was, when that AWFUL night happened not only ta me, but Smalls, Butta Fingas, an Davey. That's when I'se come face ta face with Oscar's anga management issues again. It's a great day. Davey an' I'se is sellin our papes, Butta Fingas an Smalls is their'se. Davey an' I'se sell all our papes, an' go ova ta butta Fingas an Smalls when we'se done. When they'se finish, we'se start ta walk back tad a Lodgin house. That's when out o' an alleyway Oscar Delancey comes an' hits Davey upsides da head. I'se screams, when Morris runs out as well, an grabs Smalls, an continues ta run. It's an ambush! It's only me's an Butta Fingas. Davey's out cold, an we'se hear Smalls screamin an alleyway aways. Oscar laughs sinisterly, an then anotha thugs comes outta da alleyway. He grabs Butta Fingas an takes 'er to anotha alleyway 'ways a'way.
Oscar comes ova, an gets real close ta me face. I'se is trembling, fa fear o' his rage. He looks like he did when he cornard me that night. He looks likes a tiger, stalkin round 'is prey. He's practi'ally lickin 'is lips. He lunges at me's, an gets me's. He throws me's ova 'is shoulda an carries me tad a closest alleyway he can find. He punches me's a few times, I'se don't cry, then he 'its me ova da head with something. I black out. I wake up hours later., an I'se as bare as a jay boid. I'se feels vialated. I'se puts me things back on, an see that Davey's slumped 'gainst da wall. He begins ta stir as I'se gets close. I'se rush ta 'is side even though I'se is barely able ta walk.
"Davey? DAVEY CAN YA HEAR"S ME'S?! " I'se screams at 'im. He opens 'is eyes, slowly. 'is face is all swollen, an a gash is goin down 'is face. I helps 'im up, an helps 'im walk. We'se walk ta where Smalls an Butta Fingas were taken to. They both suffa'erd da same fates as me's. Delancey's. They'se even filthy'a scumbags now. I'se wakes them both up, an we all head ta da Lodgin Hosue. We'se knows da streets ain't safe no mores, with da Delancey's beatin up people in broad daylight. I'se will foreva be scarred fa life, as will smalls an' Butta Fingas. This was awful.
We'se all reach the Lodgin House. We'se stumble inside. Everyboday turns round. Everything stops. Everyboday gawks. We'se woidlessly stumble up da stairs. Smalls, Butta Fingas, an I'se help Davey inta da tub, an go wash ourselves up in da bath. No 'mount of scrubbin can wash away the trauma, an' horra's we suffa'd last night. We'se vow ta neva speaks of this 'gain.