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PART ONE.. pg.1
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WeirdWood wasn't Wood at first, but he said the wrong thing one too many times and had to leave the old him on that porch at 853 22nd St. Seattle, Washington. Along with a hidden treasure buried in the backyard.
The first thing he didn't see was the joint he had been hitting on when his mouth got the best of him.
The first thing he did see was this old tattered crow looking at him. He had seen it eating the faces of rats that the cat, Andy at the house at 853 22nd St. would kill and leave for it.. "Well what now?" he who would be Wood asked the scraggly crow. It squaked back at him, "'23, 23" as it casually took flight towards a trio of tall trees a few blocks over behind the Midtown plaza on The Corner: 23rd and Union all he who was not Wood had in his pocket was 6 dollars and his cellphone (no charger). He had begun walking the way the crow knows - down to 23nd and U.
At 22nd and U, Not yet Wood found himself on the steps of the Bad Sheppard Church of the Holy Something or Other. It was the temporary U Line Bus Stop while the long term ongoing construction was dragging down Union street like a slow festering vein on an arm waiting to be amputated by the quick generous knife of Gentrification.
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The tree above the church's of the Bad Sheppard leaves rustled overhead as a jet plane on its way to SeaTac drowned out all thought.
A pair of crows, one the ragged BG set claimer, the other a very wize alert older bird, clucked about, wary of every transplant to their hood as they walked by on their ways to tech firm holes like Amazon and F**k Buckets, never looking up from their tiny glass squares they held in their hand to see black birds smarter than you would think staring at them from the Trees.
The older bird hopped down and quickly snactched a half of a Artisan bagel with sockeye salmon and locally sourced cream cheese smeared on it that blue haired dread locked guy with the word DJ Technohippy written on his shirt had thrown inside the "food waste only" bin at the temporary bus stop.
He was too engrossed in his phone and false concept of self to notice The Crow.
A black man without any legs in a green wheel chair rolled up to the white guy who became Wood and asked for 75 cents.
White Guy "I only have 13 dollars"
Black Guy " I only need 75 cents."
White Guy "What can you get for 75 cents in this state?"
Black Guy "New Amsterdam red berry vodka" and started towards the Midtown Liquor with Future Wood in tow.. He paid no heed to crosswalks or stoplights (very unseattle like) as he propelled his wheelchair out in front of traffic. He exclaimed to the Wood behind him "I just hold my drink up at em" as the cars screeced to a halt to avoid the unlikily pair or perhaps transfixed by a half of a man rolling with a solo cup of drank held aloft like a flag of defiancy to the throng of people who had began to choke the black fellas neighborhood like a series of vines entangling a universe interwoven with rats...each rat/person probably believing he/ she was King Rat.
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CALLED TALES FROM THE BUS STOP.
RECOUNTING DIFFERENT EVENTS WHICH OCCUR WHILE WEIRDWOOD SITS AT STOP. COUNTRY N***A AND DANIEL SAUNDERS ARE FIRST TWO CHARACTERS INTRODUCED IN THIS STORYLINE.
When they left the bus stop to put some distance between Country N***a and themselves Wood asked T if he was hungry and began to push his wheelchair toward Mama Sans when the answer was "man whatchu think, WW?"
Mama Sans was a small magical kiosk in the center of the Midtown Plaza. It was a tiny place but her cooking abilities were legendary with the locals. Wood ordered them both a hamburger and sat down to wait....and in through the door strolled Country N***a.
His caveman era workboots clomped across the floor like a modern day Debo. He walked towards T paying no mind that his wheelchair took up the small aisle space as he pushed his way towards the counter... Mama Sans eyes grew wide as she handed Wood back his change..hiding the bills from The Large Black Nightmare whos presence had turned the eatery foul. "get help" she mouthed using her eyes and telepathic Dragon Power..
So out the door towards Pimp Row Wood went.
Pimp Row was the area in the Midtown Center where for decades the locals of The Central District of Seattle been holdin it down, repping they block, serving at they spot. It had a very public history for drug activity arrests and violence..including the murder of TWO owners of the same resturant (which eventually fell victim to an arsonist and was replaced by Uncle Ikes glass store. The corner at 23rd and Union had risen to fame in native rapper Sir Mix a Lots Posses on Broadway line about where the crack heads were. A line of expensive rimmed cars usually sat in the shade under the trees that lined the parking lot. As Wood walked up windows went down. Seattles second most predominant cloud structure filled the space between the car and W. as the thick smell of Kush wafted out from inside the rides.
He slowed his roll and held his hands out in the Masonic Traveller in need pose. The G's saw he wasn't packing and a goateed thin sharp eyed fella walked towards him.. "waas up, padna?"
Wood remembered his studies of the local gang and said " From the triple pointed trident to the six sided star......." causing several of the gang bangers now to come forward...
"Good Afternoon Gentlemen." They nodded at Wood. "There is a rather unsavory creature causing undue distress to the proprietoress of yon Waffle palace." Blank Stares met his proclamation. "Said individual is also encroaching upon the pint sized Don in the wheelchair, getting all up in his face with no regards for personal space." This was met with unhappy but confused mutterings.. "inna ni**as personal space??!." came from the back of the crowd.
"You saying some muthafukka is in TBs s**t and fu**in wit Mama San?" asked RD. "Yes." answered Weird. A nod was given and the group of men broke off towards the kiosk.
"So what up with'chu?" RD asks the weird white kid that stood before him. A quick run down of being kicked out of his friends house for telling them their kid was lazy and fat and now being homeless and meeting TB and sitting at the Bus Stop smoking a joint and the Daniel Saunders incident made RD chuckle... "Well, WeirdWood you out here with us now..how you know about King David and the trident and star..?" "I've learned a lot of things about Seattle." after a quick rundown of some of the things in Woods Book RD whistled lowly under his breath.. "Damn Homey, you be knowing...too much already about the Unspoken. Don't say those names too loud or the camera mics on the streetlight might pick up on you." Wood looked to The Sky. "So where you see yourself in all this now this is your block too, Lil Homie?" Wood was still looking at the streetlights and the boxes that sat atop them. "There are 3 types of N***as out here on this block. Dealers, Stealers, and Killers. You dont look like a Thief, aint got no dope and say Daniel Saunders bowed at your feet and called you an angel...Sh*t N***a.. how'd you like to do some work for us?" Wood nodded Yes and began to walk with RD towards the Kiosk where TB, Country N***a, a couple of cheeseburgers and about 6 local Pimp Row denizens where waiting..
Two crows followed along as Wood walked towards the Mom and Pops
His caffeine addiction was second only to his w**d addiction. The crows came to light upon the sign for Garys Laundry Mat where everything became "nice and sparkling clean" again. Inside its softly scented walls all were equally dirty. Example after example of the finer qualities of Seattle were played out time and time again. All races, genders and income brackets needed clean drawers and Garys Super Hot dryers and reasonably priced Tide (YES ITS REALLY TIDE the sign read) drew them in from the Central District like worms to a co**se.
The surprising thing about Garys was that you could leave your clothes in the dryer on a busy day and chances are they would be folded on the table when you got back as opposed to say..stolen like some places. Often times it was trendy to pay it forward and give someone your remaining quarters before they left. There was a shelf of half full laundry soap and other items in case you needed just a cup of soap to was the dirt of the day away.. It was here later while waiting for his stupid HiVis clothing for Rhino work he would be presented many opportunities to " Do the Right Thing" but for now he was simply trying to find a can of cola in overpriced Seattle for under a buck..
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