Chapter 2: Geraldine and Reggie
A bounty hunter and her partner drive to their destination, a small house in East Los Santos. The bounty:a banger by the name of Willie Nunez, wanted for possession of a concealed firearm, an assault charge and numerous drug offenses, all of which violated his probation. With her bright apple red hair, Geraldine drives the silver Cavalcade. Her best friend Reggie is seated in the passenger seat, she turns the radio on and tries too tune into her favorite channel. Her friend quickly swats her hand and turn's it back off. "Man, I don't what your problem is, you grouchy as a motherfucker" Reggie sneers at her partner "It's just another typical fuckin' day for you and me, alright" she focuses on the road. The light turns red and the SUV stops at the intersection, "I don't why that motherfucker Martinez gave us this shitty job, it's always the same shit" "Girl he always gives us shit cause you always' getting in his face" Geraldine let's out an annoyed sigh "I get in his goddamn face so I can get more paper but it's always the same bullshit" the light finally turns green and she turns left at the intersection.
Reggie pulls out a cigarette "Uh-uh, what did I say before?" she glances at her friend "Gerry come on, it's just a cigarette" Reggie takes out her lighter and flicks it "I told you're stupid ass before, I don't want my car smelling like some ashtray" annoyed Reggie puts' away her light and cigarette away. They pull into a Cluckin' Bell and order food for their stakeout. Geraldine orders a number 9 and Reggie orders a number 5, they drive off too their destination. Reggie decides eat her food early "What you're eating now? Didn't I tell you too wait til we get there and then we can eat" Geraldine looks at her as she starts stuffing some fries into her mouth "I'm fuckin' hungry okay, I haven't eaten a damn thing all day" she said with her mouth full of fries, Geraldine chuckles a bit as Reggie stuffs more food into mouth; they're almost there, only three more blocks and the stakeout would begin. The large hoop earrings on Geraldine's ears shined when the sunlight hit them, she focuses on the bounty and the money that would be hers.
"How much money did Martinez say it was?" Geraldine asked, Reggie put's down her food and checks her phone, she scrolls down and check's on the bail jumper's information. Birth-date, driver's license... "Here it is, oh shit...!" Reggie's eyes widened, she almost choked on some of her food "What girl? What, come on, what the fuck is it?" Reggie smiled "35" "35 what?" she smiles "$35,000". Geraldine slams the brake's "What? Are fucking serious? 35 g's?" Reggie show's her the phone, she flips through the information. "Motherfucker got to be worth a lot of money than" Geraldine smiles at Reggie "We're gonna work really hard to get this asshole", both started too laugh and Geraldine pushes the gas.
Their hearts started too race, $35,000 too some that amount of money was small and nothing but chump change but to Geraldine it was enough too pay off some old debts and maybe enough to finally fulfill that dream of hers. "We'll only get the money if this motherfucker still breathing" Reggie resumed drinking her soda "Yeah I know, otherwise Martinez ain't gonna pay us shit" Geraldine gestured too Reggie to give her some of her soda "You have your own damn soda" "Come on, share" she complained, Reggie handed her the soda and she takes a couple gulps. She hand's the drink back as they near the bail jumper's house. They park the SUV down the block and wait. Geraldine get's on her cell phone "Hey, is that motherfucker in his house?" all Reggie can barely hear as the snitch talks rather fast "What do you mean he ain't there?! When the fuck is he gonna come back?" the bounty hunters voice sounded more than upset "You got too be fucking kidding? Fuck" she curses as the snitch hangs up, her partner looks at her with a concerned look.
Geraldine curses at everything, curses at Martinez, her job, her life and the snitch. "Girl what's wrong? What is it?" she look's at her, trying too get a grasp at what just happened "The guy ain't home," the look in her eye's said everything "he isn't gonna home til tomorrow morning!" Geraldine slams her fist against the dash board "Fuck!". Reggie shake's her head "Man that sucks," she complained "so what are we supposed go home? Or do we wait here?" Geraldine grabs one of Reggie's cigarettes "Hey I thought you said that you didn't want anybody to smoke in here?" she looks on as Geraldine pushes the portable lighter below the radio "Unless it's me" the lighter pops back out, she grabs it and lights the cigarette; she opens her window too let out the smoke "Man, that's bullshit" Reggie looked at her partner as she took another puff. "We wait here until this guy comes back" Geraldine grabs her food, it looks like it's starting to get cold "look's like we're here stuck for the night" she opens the bag and takes the crispy chicken, some fries and a pair of onion rings.
Geraldine toss's her cigarette out the window, Reggie tries to grab some fries but a hand smack's hers away "You already ate your food, I'm not giving you any of mines" "Come on! I gave you some of my soda!" she complained "Reggie you always hungry, I told you're ass before to wait and you didn't listen!" "So what! I'm a grown ass woman, I can't be hungry?" Geraldine tried not too give in but her partner was starting to pout, with an annoyed sigh she caves in "Fuck, alright you can have my fries but you're not drinking my soda" she grabs the fries and scarfs them down. Geraldine eat's her chicken and sips her soda, both waiting til morning.
12:55 a.m.
Geraldine come's back too the SUV with more supplies; chips, soda, cigarettes and gum. She sit's back in the drivers seat as Reggie grab's the chips "You're welcome" she said sarcastically, Reggie looks at her and wonders why Geraldine had an attitude problem. "Hey, why you giving Martinez shit?" her eyes turned towards her partner "What do you mean?" "You're always arguing with him, man, every time something goes down you always gettin' in his face" Geraldine looked at Reggie, she stayed quiet at first but this was her best friend "You wanna know why? Because I want more money that's why" a surprised look came on too Reggie's face "You remember what it was like back then? We got a lot of money then but now," she shakes head "now things are stupid as hell. Martinez ain't giving us shit, whatever he's giving us ain't worth shit" "Gerry, girl, I know that but come on, what can we do? We ain't good at anything else" Geraldine twist the cap of the soda bottle, she takes a big gulp to drown out her dislike too this job.
As she put's the bottle down in the cup holder Reggie put her hand on Geraldine's and hold's it, they look at each other. "You and me been friends for a long time, we always had each others back since we were young, you just gotta hang in there" "Yeah I know, it's just...I'm getting tired doing of this shit" Geraldine let's out a sigh, this job was never meant too be perfect and as much as it pained her Reggie more or less was right, she just hang in there. "Thanks Reg" Geraldine put on an easy going smile "Get some sleep, remember this fool ain't gonna be here til the morning" Reggie pushed her seat backwards "Yeah I know, let me know when he shows up", Geraldine remained inclined in her seat, the bounty wouldn't show up until morning, she hated waiting. She tried to keep her eyes open as much as possible but she drifts off and finally goes to sleep, whatever tomorrow brought all that was going too matter is that she was going to get that money.
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"Winslow try harder!" Coach Spitz yelled as Geraldine tries to hit the punching bag a lot harder "I'm trying okay!" she breathes hard and tries to hit the bag as hard as she could "That was pathetic! You'll get you're ass kicked at this rate!" with that she thinks of something that could help, the punks who always picked on her, the ones who personally deserved to get their teeth knocked out and their asses kicked. "Now come on! Get angry! Get mean and beat this fricking bag!" thinking of those punks, she releases all that rage; a left and right hit the cheaply made bag "Their you go! Their you go! Come on now, keep it up!". With all her effort, Geraldine keeps going and going, sweat pours down her face like a faucet "Alright that's enough, let's take a break" she's short of breath as she wipes her face with a towel. Coach brings her a water bottle, she grabs it and takes a big gulp. Geraldine had been training since 5 in the morning and it's still not enough doing everything from push-ups to sit ups, lifting weights and jogging. Her heart beats, it's still beating fast from all the activities that she's done.
Spitz sits next to her on the bench "We'll start again in fifteen minutes, sit back and relax" he looks at her "Gotta say, most people who come here just quit when they can't take it anymore" Geraldine chuckles a bit "I guess because I'm tougher than the rest" "Or more hard headed" he says as Geraldine takes another gulp of water, she looks up at the clock, 2:56 p.m., just one more hour and then she could home. Time's up and she gets back to training, this time their going too work on her speed something that she's been lacking for a while. They train until 4:30,she gets dressed and says her goodbyes promising too come back on Saturday to finish the rest of the training. Walking on the streets was dangerous for most people who didn't know them but for Geraldine it was nothing but home too her. The bangers standing guard on their corners, drug addicts looking for their next score and the hustlers day away. The streets were like a giant ocean, the fish were the weak ones while the sharks were the strong ones, you could either be a fish and get ripped apart or you could be a shark and devour those fish to coming through here needed more than just heart and they knew it.
Geraldine finally arrives home, she opens the door and the phone rings. Ring! Ring! Ring! she see's that the t.v. is one and spots her foster mother sleeping on the sofa, a half bottle of whiskey sits on the coffee table, she's passed out. She picks up the phone "Hello? Hey Reggie, yeah I remember about tonight. Yeah, yeah I know, I won't forget okay? Look I'll see you there, bye" she hangs up, Geraldine goes to the sofa and checks on her foster mother; she grabs the half empty bottle and shakes her head. This isn't the first time that she's came home and found her passed out somewhere. Geraldine turns off the t.v. and goes upstairs to take a shower. First she takes out her sweaty clothing and puts it in the basket then she grabs a fresh pair of panties, a red sleeveless shirt and dark blue denim jeans. She takes off all of her clothes and enters the shower, turning the hot and cold water on; the spray of the water washed away all of her worries of the day.
As soon as she was done, she put on her undergarments then her jeans and red shirt. Geraldine took a hair brush and began to comb her hair. She put them into a set of braids and combed the sides, unlike Reggie she wasn't a fan of putting on make up unless it's lipstick or gloss. She quickly put on her socks and shoes, Geraldine goes to the front door but stops halfway and looks at the woman sleeping drunkingly on the sofa, she grabs a small blanket and covers her foster mother with it. She finally exits the house, looking out into the open Geraldine see's the streets, a dangerous place for anybody not strong enough to survive. She walks to see her friend, getting ready for whatever lay ahead of them.
"Gerry! Gerry! Come on wake up!" Reggie starts shaking Geraldine, she opens her eyes "What is it?" "That guy just came home right now" Geraldine quickly rose up "You sure it was him?" her partner simply nodded "It looks like he brought his girlfriend too", they get out the car and go to the back. Opening the back door they pull out a couple of bulletproof vests, Geraldine pulls out a Beretta 92 giving Reggie a Glock 19; they put on their vest and gun holsters This should be easy she told herself. "Alright here's the plan, I'll go through the front and you through the back" "How come I gotta go through the back?" she complained "Because that's the element of fucking surprise, okay" Geraldine whispered as quiet as possible "Look if we do this right, we get our money, you do want that money don't you?" Reggie smiles warily "Alright girl, I gonna trust you on this" they neared the jumpers house. Geraldine sneaks towards the front yard as Reggie goes to the right of her and sneaks into the backyard. Before she got to the front door their was a noise coming from an open window near the living room The hell? their was Nunez, sitting in a recliner laughing at the cartoons playing on his t.v. set; she seen a lot of weird and crazy things but this one more or less takes the cake.
Nunez laughs hard at the characters as they make hilarious jokes and do wacky antics "Man this shit's too funny!" Knock! Knock! He ignores the knocks and continues to laugh at the cartoons. Suddenly the door is busted open, Nunez leaps from the recliner "What the fuck?!" Geraldine burst in gun drawn and pointed at the jumper "I got you now motherfucker! Hands up!" Nunez puts them up. Reggie hasn't busted in through the back door yet, where was she? "Hey listen! I haven't done anything!" "Man shut the fuck up! Now get you're ass up!" Geraldine holds him at point, his hands start to shake as he slowly rises, as she start's to cuff his hand the door behind the recliner opened. Her eyes widened as a woman with a sawed-off 12 gauge came out and points it right at her intended target. Geraldine boots Nunez to the wall as she runs too the kitchen. Boom! The first one misses her and destroys a part of a kitchen chair; she pumps the shotgun and a spent shell ejects from the chamber, Boom! The next shot blows a chunk of a wall off. Geraldine manages to get too cover as two more blasts echoes through the kitchen. She shoot's off three more shots at the hunter "Get that bitch baby!" Geraldine manages to break from cover and squeezes off a few shots, the couple themselves take cover. "Reggie! Reggie! Where the hell are you?!" she was supposed to come through the back, what happened?
"I got you now bitch!" Nunez sadistically laughed, all of a sudden a loud boom come's from the back. Bang! Bang! Two shot's rang through the hallway "Gerry! Girl you alright?!" Reggie finally came in "Damn girl, what the hell took you so long?!" "I got caught up in something!" she was mad at her but catching this guy was more important "Man just help me catch this fool!". Geraldine aims her handgun at Nunez and fires a shot above his head, the girlfriend see's her and aims at her but before she could Reggie fires a round at her hands, the shotgun falls to the ground. Nunez breaks for it and bolts to the bedroom. The girlfriend tries to grab the shotgun but a kick to the face from the already pissed off bounty hunter stops her. Geraldine grabs both of the girls hands and cuffs them "Reggie, watch her" she rushes over too the unconscious girl as Geraldine sprints to the room. The window screen had been popped out, she climbs out the window and pursues him to the front of the house. Geraldine heard the sound of an engine trying to turn over, she see's an old rickety looking car Oh, trying to get away? the car finally starts, she shoot's the back windshield shattering the glass. Bang! Bang! Bang! Three shots hit the trunk; he floors it as hard as he can; Geraldine aims her gun a centimeter up and too the right, her sight lines up and Bang! The bullet strikes him in the back of his right shoulder.
Crash! The car careens into another car parked into the curb, Geraldine runs towards the wreck, her gun trained on the door of the vehicle. The door creaks open as the wounded banger stumbles out; she rushes him against the door, blood oozes from the dark red spot of his shirt. "Oww! Fuck you! You fucking bitch!" he curses at her, she turns him towards her and knees him the stomach. He falls to the ground still cursing her. Geraldine cuffs him, "I'm gonna get you! You messin' with the wrong vato!" having enough, she lift him up and punches him in the mouth "Man, shut the fuck up! You going to fucking jail!". Police sirens wail in the distance, Reggie comes out with the girlfriend in tow, their's going too be a lot of explaining to do the cops about what happened here. Theirs' some damage here and there, not exactly a good way to start the morning.
When the cops came they weren't happy about what happened; Geraldine explained about what had accured, this smarmy looking detective got in her face. He smelled of cheap bourbon and stale cigarettes, the way his breath stank made her want to vomit, he talked about the damage to the car, the shootout and the jumper wanting to press charges against her. "Look, what happened here wasn't our fault and if you don't like that then fuck off" the detective got away from her, all she wanted to do drop off Nunez and his girlfriend at the county lockup, get her money and go home. "Reggie, go to my place and wait until I get there" "You sure?" "Yeah I'm sure, I got drop these fools off at lockup and I gotta deal with Martinez" she waved her friend away as she got on her phone and ordered a cab. Geraldine got into her SUV, Nunez and his girlfriend cursed at her in English and Spanish. She turned the radio on, All about the Benjamins by Puffy was playing. Putting the volume on 25 drowned them out and off she went.
Martinez was smoking the last half of a carton of cigarettes. He gave it up years ago, swearing never to pick up another pack of smokes again but in light of certain circumstances throughout the years he'll occasionally smoke if he's stressed out. Now a days it's because one of his employee's has gotten involved in shootouts and he's at risk of getting a heart attack. It was always the same stuff as always from property damage to excessive force, discharging a firearm or threatening people; that was the minor stuff but when the police department get's in his business about that peculiar employee, his stress level goes from moderate to regularly stressed to beyond stressed. Martinez has now gained some weight and the worst thing other than smoking is now he's lost some hair on the top of his head. Life couldn't be more stressful as it is.
The silver Cavalcade park's into the lot, Geraldine steps out already annoyed on how things played out this morning. Martinez look's into the back of the SUV, he doesn't see Nunez "Hey, where's Willie?" Geraldine raised her eyebrow "What do you mean? I took him to Lockup" Martinez looked like he was going to blow a gasket "I was supposed to take him too Lockup, not you" "You were supposed to take him?" Martinez nodded a yes "I didn't hear that part" Geraldine went into the office, he followed her grumbling at Geraldine's lack of respect. "Geraldine, why is it every time you and Reggie go to get somebody it always ends with someone getting shot?" she had her back too him as she poured some coffee into a cup "Cause people don't mind their damn business", Martinez let's out a frustrated grunt "Hey look, it ain't my fault. Shit like this happens because you give me these fucking jobs" Geraldine head's to Martinez's office, he follows behind her "Those things on your ears must've screwed up your hearing, when something happens with you the fucking cops jump down my throat!" his voice echoes in the office. "Look, just give me my money and I'll leave" Martinez goes to his desk and produces two envelopes, Geraldine grabs them content that she got her money.
Something felt off though, they looked small "Hey this is light" Martinez sat down his chair "Yeah, because I had to use some of it" "The fuck you mean 'used some of it'?" she opened them open and saw how much money was in the envelope, Martinez stared at her as she looked up at him. "$12,000...? What the fuck? Are you fucking playing with me?" her blood started to boil "No I'm not, you know why? Because whatever you and Reggie do it fucking hurts me," Geraldine slowly came to his desk "I have to pay off the cops and lawyers, not only that, the little bastard that you rousted is probably going too sue us! So sorry if what you got is a little small!" she pounds her fist against the desk "I told you before it wasn't my fault! That snitch said he be there and he wasn't!" Geraldine got in his face and both start to argue, the walls are sturdy enough to block most of out but the loudness of it starts to pour out into the office. "I told you before to follow orders! Don't fucking push me!" Martinez tries to catch his breath, panting like he ran a marathon "I told you before that I want better fucking jobs or else I'm gonna quit and take my fucking business somewhere else!" Geraldine's heart pounds as hard a jackhammer "Oh please! Geraldine how many times have you me told that? Every time you say that nothing fucking comes out of it! You know well as I do that someone like you wouldn't last that long out there for a second!" Geraldine balls up her fist, looking at the envelopes she turns around and heads for the door. She slams his door, he was right. Who would hire someone like Geraldine? No matter where she went that reputation of her's would follow, nobody would hire her unless they want to lose their business or their money.
"Well, look who we have here" Geraldine glances up towards the doorway, someone who she hated was standing in the exit. He stands at 5'7, his hair was as brown as sand, he has some rather thick cheek bones, his eyes were a light gray almost like a pair wet stones. Frank had a muscular exterior broadening between something from a really lame action film and a crooked cop. "The fuck you want?" Geraldine snarled "I heard what happened this morning, you and Reggie must've screwed up big time" a cocky looking smirk comes across his face, she wanted to punch that look off his face so badly, "That's none of you're damn business" she starts to crumple up the envelopes. "Stuff like this never happens to me, you know why? Because I take my job seriously and I actually catch the bad guys without getting shot" Geraldine let's a sigh, something between anger and frustration "You know, I should partner with you, you'll probably learn a thing or two" Frank let's out that smirk again "I'd rather kill myself than fucking partner with you" "Oh Geraldine," he chuckles under his breath "that attitude of yours is the problem, always suspicious of everyone it's not healthy" she came to where he was standing and slowly inched her way to his left ear "You can fool everybody else but you don't fool me motherfucker" her whisper was full of venom and anger. As Geraldine pulled away Frank's smile faded briefly, he stared her down as she exited the office "Like I said...that attitude of your's is not healthy".
Geraldine speed's to the corner, cursing under her breath as everything that happened today starts to crash around her. She take's a hard left into an alley; turning off the engine, she starts to pant. Geraldine let's out a scream. Her scream said it all, all that frustration and angst over the years, everything that she's worked for isn't going the way it supposed too. Letting out another scream, she slams her fist against the dash board and begins to cry; to be giving it her all but to get so little broke her in two. She wipes away her tears and composes herself, Geraldine was a strong woman but she didn't know how long she could last. She starts the SUV and decide's to go home, Reggie is the only good person she could talk to, her friend was always there for her even if she was a pain in the ass. She exits the alley and heads home to tell Reggie what happened.
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Reggie was sitting on the porch, she waits for Geraldine to come back. Geraldine's house looked like any house in the ghetto, it was white and the roof tiles were a dirty orange, there was hardly a fence let alone any grass which had combined with some mud. Overall it was just another house that no one gived a damn about. The silver Cavalcade pulls into the driveway, as soon as Geraldine steps out she could see the look in her eyes "Hey girl, everything okay?" she said nothing as Reggie followed her into the house. "Gerry come on talk to me. Did Martinez give us the money?" Geraldine turns around and hand's her the envelope. Reggie open's it up and see's how much is in it "Hey this is small" she complained, Geraldine open's her refrigerator and pull's out a couple 40's; Reggie just stares at Geraldine, she could sense that something was wrong. She hand's Reggie a bottle and goes to sit on the couch.
With a quick sigh Geraldine open's the bottle "Martinez used some it," already she felt bad "he had to pay off the police and some fucking lawyers" Reggie sat down next to her "Fuck, are you serious?" Geraldine drank some the liquor "Yeah...I'm sorry girl" she shakes her head, Reggie opens her bottle and takes a swig of her liquor. She put's her hand on the back her friend's head, she was sad but it made her feel a little better. Geraldine's head started to ache, after what's she's been through all she wanted to do was unwind.
"Reggie, I need to tell you something" Geraldine looked up at her as she drank from the 40 "I wanna quit doing this shit", Reggie almost choked on her liquor, she swallowed it hard "The fuck you mean you wanna quit?" Reggie give's her a hard look "I mean I don't wanna keep doing this shit, come on you and me can do better" her eye's looked more tired and weary. "Well what the fuck do you wanna do then?" Geraldine sigh's a bit "Alright, I'll tell you...I wanna start a P.I. and security company" when she said that Reggie scoffed a bit "What? You don't think we can do it?" "I'm not saying that but Gerry come on with the fucking money you and me make, it wouldn't work" Geraldine put's down her bottle on the coffee table, "Come on, I even thought of a good ass name. 'Winslow&Johnson Investigations and Security', sounds about right" Reggie laughed a bit. She shakes her head "Gerry...that's just a dream, I mean come on even if that shit could work, it wouldn't last that long" Geraldine exhale's "Look, I know it's crazy but do you really wanna keep doing this shit? Catching people because they missed court, for driving drunk or for having a little bit of weed?" she takes another gulp of liquor. "All I'm saying is that we should stick with being bounty hunters, even if Martinez pay's us shit" with that Reggie gulp's down the last of her 40.
Geraldine felt like her back against the wall but Reggie was right even if they could get the money, it wouldn't last. Just then Reggie pulls a baggie full of what looked like pencil shavings "Here, try some of this" she handed what looked like a skinny looking cigarette but upon looking further "Is this-Is this what I think it is?" she asked "Yeah" Reggie simply nodded "Where did you-? No, no, no! Is that why you didn't bust through the back door?" "Well...I saw his girl stuff some of it his drawer sooo..." Geraldine's head started to throb, "Oh my god! Reggie! Fuck, I almost got killed this morning!" Reggie began roll up a joint for herself. "Look we had a crazy ass day and we need to relax" she put the joint in her mouth and lit it up. Shaking her head and grumbling Geraldine headed back to her refrigerator and grabbed another 40. "Look, are you going to stay over or go home?" she asked as Reggie took a quick puff of the joint "I'll go home, I gonna leave this here" "Can you walk? Should I call a cab?" Reggie laughed a bit "Nah, I ain't that high" Geraldine chuckled and smiled, they quickly hug and Reggie leaves the house.
Geraldine goes to her bathroom and showers for the next fifteen minutes. As she get's out of the shower and dries herself, she look's into the mirror. Her eye's were tired but something else was there. It was ambition, it's was something that she's been lacking for sometime. The 'One Love' tattoo scrawled in big bold black letters across her chest is something that Geraldine got when she took down one of her first few bounties, a Jamaican who was selling guns out of the back of his Voodoo. After she took him in all he could do was talk in that heavy accent of his, the last thing he said was 'One Love' and it stuck in her for a while so the very next week she went to the tattoo parlor and got it inked on her chest. The pit bull tattooed on her right arm was just something that she got for the hell of it, this type of dog was common in the ghetto which is considered the toughest dog anybody can have. Geraldine brushed that red hair of hers, it was black but she colored it apple red not because she felt like it but it was also to give the bail jumpers something too talk about, something too leave an impression on them.
She went to her room and dressed in a gray tank-top and a pair of panties. Geraldine was a lot more tired than usual, the sun was still out but she closed the curtains and laid her head against the pillow; she hated this job. Geraldine's mind wandered, she thought about everything that had gone wrong, she should've gotten that money but it wasn't meant to be. Being a bounty hunter meant something to her back then but now, now it's some big joke too everyone. Twisting and turning, as much as she tried sleeping was almost impossible, finally needing something to do Geraldine got up and went to the living room.
Still dressed in her top and panties, Geraldine grabbed the half empty 40 and drank the whole thing. The joint that Reggie that gave her was still sitting on the coffee table. Having nothing else do, she lit the joint. Taking a couple hits, the pot soothed her mind. Everything was mellowed out. Geraldine heard a couple gunshots somewhere in the distance Somebody just got wasted she told herself, between being tired and frustrated she still wanted to follow her dream. She always pictured her and Reggie living the good life; living in some mansion, a large pool, lot's of parties and not having to work for the rest of her life. Geraldine laughed when she thought of that. But Reggie was right, it was nothing but a dream and no matter what she did it wouldn't come true.
Geraldine took another hit, outside the craziness of the streets fill's the air. She wanted to escape from this place, do something bigger and badder, make that money and get out of while she can. But she was stuck here, their was no way out, not Reggie let alone for her. Feeling a lot more relaxed Geraldine put out the joint, going back to her bedroom she opened her window. Sirens sound off in the distance as she went back to bed, the pot and alcohol still flowing through her veins. Her eyes started to get heavy and finally they closed. Tomorrow will be different but like everything else in the ghetto, it's only a matter of time before something bad happens. Their was an old saying that someone said a while back, 'What happens is gonna happen and it's gonna happen'. For anybody living in the hood that saying always came true. It always did.
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