Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas
Sweet: Cleaning the Hood
Carl finally decided that, today would be "CJ Time" And that when he wanted to, he would have "CJ time" whenever he wanted.
He lay in bed until about noon eating food, relaxing, and watching the most popular TV series, Adopted Thug.
"There he is, kill that mother fucker!" The group of thugs said to the "Adopted Thug" on TV. The sound of a rain of bullets, and explosions followed. By the time it was over, everyone but the Adopted Thug was dead.
CJ time was cut short, as his phone rang. He turned off the TV, and picked it up. "Carl, it's Sweet, see me why don't you come over? You ain't sleeping are you? Bye." He hung up.
CJ looked at his phone, making a face, "How rude!" He hung it up.
He walked next door, and entered without knocking. He saw Big Smoke, Sweet and Ryder in the kitchen. Smoke was in the fridge, as usual.
"Hey, you gotta keep it real, man." He said.
"Man, nobody give a shit about the 'hood!" Sweet told him.
"I do!" Big Smoke replied.
"Man, all they do is sell yay and ruin the place. No crack ever make a gang tight."
"I don't know, man."
CJ entered the room. "What's sup, ya'll?"
"Sup CJ." Sweet replied.
"What's crackin'?" said Ryder.
Sweet continued his conversation with Smoke, "Man, all they care about is smoking and money."
"You can't knock a homies hustle, Sweet."
"Them marks ain't soldiers. They're idiots trying to be business men."
"Yeah, but they're down with us, man."
"All they down with is money. CJ - go down there and show these fools you mean business. These chumps from the Ballas are sweating the homies. Go put pressure on them. Just do it." Sweet ordered CJ.
"We been putting time in the 'hood, but we gotta get the homies back together, like the old days." CJ replied, using hand gestures.
Sweet paused for a moment, then said "Yeah, your right. So you and Ryder go put a handle on your business." He turned to Big Smoke, "Man, they'd slang to their own Momma. They don't care about nothing."
Ryder said nothing, he was still smoking, he and CJ walked out of the house, still hearing Smoke and Sweet talk:
"You're naive my friend. We gotta keep our focus."
They both walked up to Sweets, bullet hole marked car. Ryder pointed to the holes, "Man look at this shit!" He laughed.
They got into the car, CJ driving. "We need some backup. You seen B Dup?"
"Nah, but him and the homeboy Bear, they'd be good to have on our side."
"Oh, Big Bear? Them base slangers going to be sorry now."
CJ drove over to the apartments, crashing into a pole on the way. "Man, CJ watch the fuck out! Nigga."
They arrived at a green apartment settlement. B Dups.
They got out and walked into a hallway. CJ took the lead.
"Hey, slow down fool, you don't even know which door it is!" Ryder complained.
"Whatever man, this it?" CJ pointed to the first door he came to. The room was trashy, brown wall paint made CJ almost want to throw up. The walls were littered with graffiti. Straight gangsta.
"Yeah, this is it right here."
CJ pounded on B Dups door. "Open up!" he hesitated, then knocked again. "You sure he still live here?" he asked Ryder.
"Fool! I told you this it!"
CJ banged on the door again. "Open the fuck up!"
B Dup partly opened the door. "Who the fuck is it?" His voice was deep, he sounded old. He then noticed CJ. "CJ? What the fuck you want? Get outta here!"
He tried to close the door, CJ stopped it with his foot. "Hold up, hold up! What happened to 4 life nigga?"
"The only thing that matters is the 'hood, homie, but you'll never understand what getting this money is like. You know what, man? Get the fuck outta here before you be laying on your back. Big Bear, come check this fool." He opened the door, to reveal his spick and span, clean apartment.
A Skinny guy, with his clothes hanging off of his body appeared.
"Hey, Bear? Big Bear, that's you?" Carl was shocked. "Hey, you still from the 'hood, homie, or what?"
"Hey CJ," Big Bear murmured. So that's what crack can do to you.
"Nah, the only thing Bear give a fuck about is smoking and keeping my house clean. Ain't that right, Big Bear?"
Big Bear replied, "Hell yeah."
"Hell yeah what?"
"Hell yeah, sir!" Big Bears face was wrinkly.
"That's right! Now go make my mother fuckin toilet sparkle, bitch!"
CJ and Ryder looked shocked, both of them threw they're hands up and "awed"
"Oh no man, Big Bear, come on!" CJ shouted.
"Everyone likes to party sometime, CJ. I'll see ya around." Bear replied.
"Now you two bitches, stay the fuck from around here! Pucks!" B Dup slammed the door as Carl shouted:
"Nigga fuck you!" CJ and Ryder walked outside.
"Damn- this shit's real fucked up."
"I see what you mean now, man. If crack can do that to Big Bear, turn him into a base slave, the average mother-fucker ain't got a chance." CJ explained.
"Damn dope fiends and drug addicts everywhere in this city. Piss me off! Damn!"
"Looks like it's up to us then." The got into Sweets car.
They drove off. "Man, let's just cruise through the hood, and find us someone selling." Ryder suggested. Carl took to it with ease.
On Grove Street, next to a bridge, a crack dealing stood in his front yard as he sold to a Grove Street gang member. A plane flew over their heads, in the light of the sun. It was 2:23.
The radio was on Radio X, with Guns N' Roses on, fitting the scene.
"Hey! Check it out! Someone is sellin to one of the homies." Ryder pointed him out.
The two parked the car and got out. Ryder stood by, watching as CJ punched him repeatedly, the gang member running off. After taking three blows to the stomach, CJ was angry, and started kicking him. Eventually, he fell.
CJ and Ryder stood over him, still alive, unconscious. "Hey, I know this cat! He a punk, used to run with a Front Yard Balla OG from Idlewood. I know his place, it's just across the tracks there. Let's check it out!"
"Ain't that Front Yard stuff?"
"Man, are you a busta?"
"No, I'm down homie!" CJ jumped on the dealers head, cracking his neck. They drove off, a smell emitting in the air.
CJ pulled up outside the Crack Den.
"Ooo-eee! Man, you could smell his crack den a mile away!" They got out of the car, and opened the door to the den.
The carpets were a puckish color, the walls looked old. Trash lay everywhere, as people did too. Used condoms, joints, and spilled beer covered the floor, this place was a mess.
People lay around everywhere too. Hookers were in every room, some naked, other partially dressed. On person was even dead!
"Good afternoon, Balla dope pushers! Grove Street OG's come to do damage!" Ryder announced, ready to fight, holding a bat.
A few Ballas entered the room, one big muscled man, wearing a black tank top stood out. Together Ryder and CJ beat the crap out of them, suffering only a few minor punches. "Fuck them Grove Street fools!" one shouted.
Finally the big black guy came in, he hit CJ in the back with the baseball bat. CJ crumbled to the floor. Him and Ryder clashed, almost as if they were sword fighting, except with bats, they attacked, until Ryder got smacked up the head, giving him a huge bruise, forcing him to the ground.
CJ got back up, recovering, he tackled him, while on the ground, CJ lay on top of him, punching him, over and over. His face was turned into a bloody mess. CJ's hands were now numb, and purple, bruised, and his knuckles were split open. He was pissed.
Ryder recovered. He ordered CJ to leave. They got into the Greenwood, and started home, CJ was swearing along the way. Once they arrived, they had a final conversation, "Now that the base ain't getting pushed up in their faces... Maybe these fools should be up for some real bangin'!" Ryder told CJ.
"Yeah, Grove gonna get back on it's feet now for sure though."
"Later homie." Ryder got out, and went home. CJ parked Sweets car, and went into the Johnson house. He still had some CJ time to spend.
CJ's cell phone rings as he is walking inside. "Carl, this is Officer Hernandez."
"Officer who?"
"Hernandez, I'm with Tenpenny and Pulaski."
"Oh, the bitch!"
"You treat me with some respect boy, I just called to give you a message from Officer Tenpenny. Don't try to leave town, you listening?"
"Yeah, bitch."
He grunted. "Don't try to leave town, that would be a very bad idea. We're watching you, Carl. Goodbye."
"Later, bitch!" Now CJ was pissed, he ruined CJ time! Carl went upstairs to take a bath. His hands were hurting. Plus, his white tank top was now covered in blood. Damn.