The train was hollowed of passengers as Junya sat near the rear car of the Metro North Express back to New Haven. Junya figured he would at least be able to link up with one of his peoples to get some change of clothes and money, maybe even get the chance to spark a blunt and mix it up with some of the honeys out there: after all, it was summer. The ride seemed long for Junya; being his first time on a train from NYC. Junya kept his face out the window and gazed at all of the tall buildings and a large lake as the train swept across the state onto his home one. As the train made stops into different cities, virtually no one got on the train.
"Attention all passengers... The conductor shouted over the loudspeaker.
I am your conductor for this morning, and due to the layover in Stanford, I will
be taking a half hour break, and will presume into Bridgeport, and New Haven.
Please feel free to depart from your car, and return at 10:30am."
Junya got off of the train and went to the pay phone. He called Kholi, one
of his best friends out in New Haven. Kholi was a playboy who lived in the
roughest projects of the city. His car had 20 inch rims, and he always had two or
three women at all times when he was on the road. Kholi and Junya went to the
same school, and were even in the same classes together.
Out of the whole crew,
Kholi was the thug. He was known to keep iron as a youngster, where he and
his old gang constantly had shootouts with other gangs. One time at a party that
Kholi and Junya attended, Kholi pistol whipped a guy for player hating on him:
Junya and Kholi were talking with some women, and the man came over and
pulled one of the women by the arm into his car. The woman obviously did not
want to be bothered, even though she knew him. Kholi grabbed her back, and
the man pulled a knife out on Kholi. Kholi showed his gun, and the man
dropped the knife and tried to run into his car. Kholi grabbed him by the back of
his shirt and threw him to the ground. Junya started stomping him, and Kholi
hit the man in his face with the handle of his gun: Kholi and Junya ended up
having a freak fest with those women that night. Kholi had graduated a year
ahead of Junya, and found himself steady work for the city of New Haven.
Whenever Kholi and Junya hung out, things were so unpredictable.
It was Kholi
that hooked Junya up with Khevasiah, because Junya was too fucking timid to go
up to her and say anything. Kholi was also the one who would take Junya out
on wild excursions involving many women, a hell of weed, and usually jealous
onlookers.
"Hello, I am not available at this time, please leave your name..."
"Dang...this dude not picking up, he probably still sleeping..." Junya
said to himself.
"Hey Kholi, what the deal, this is Junya. I am at the Stanford train station
right now, and I am on my way to New Haven. I will explain the whole dealings
when I get there. Meet me at Union Station in about an hour. Aight yo, once."
Junya figured that Kholi was busy doing something that disallowed him
access to the phone. Kholi was always involved with something.
His matters
were often kept private from Junya, but when the two hung out, shit went down
proper. Junya walked towards the magazine rack in the train station and stood in
line to purchase a candy bar. While in line, Junya noticed a magazine with a
familiar face on the cover. The man who he had hit over the head with
champagne was the famous rapper who had held the party in his favor that night
at the club."Huh...small ass world, I tell you" Junya said to himself.
"All aboard for Bridgeport and New Haven, now leaving Gate 7, once
again..."
"Oh shit, that is my train!" Junya said out loud.