The Al Factor

Then, as they opened the door to her room to investigate the nature of the smoke, they stood frozen with disbelief at what they were witnessing. There, in the dark was Boosie sitting “buck-naked” with her legs crossed, smoking a cigarette! Her silhouette contrasting against the light from the television gave the scene an eerie, supernatural flair. Next, as Boosie heard the grasps from the nurses, she slowly turned and nonchalantly looked at the nurses with a blank stare. She was lost! They immediately dressed her and had her under observation.

As I drove home, I contemplated the thought of killing another human being in cold blood. Could I do it? That was the question. I had lost my moral compass. I was on a spiral decent into hell.

“Whoosh!” The flames leaped so fast, it caught my sleeve on fire and that jarred me back to reality. It was as if I was awakened from some weird dream; the fire woke me up. I quickly put the flame out on my sleeve. I was drenched with sweat. As I stood there, a wave of excitement engulfed me as I stared into the flames; I knew we would never be the same.

“Then, all of the sudden, Mr. Hambone broke out the back door running like a scalded dog! Then, someone said, ‘there he goes!’ And then, Pop! Pop! Granny was behind him shooting that big gun she had, and Mr. Hambone was running zigzag to keep from getting shot!”

“They busted in my room at school at five in the morning. They were standing over my bed with their guns drawn shouting, ‘F.B.I., don’t move motherfucker!’ Then, they told me to put on some clothes, they handcuffed me, took me down the back stairs, put me in an unmarked car, and drove off,” he said.