330 Jay Street Part 17

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
The conclusion to the 330 Jay Street saga.

Submitted: June 25, 2014

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330 Jay Street Part 17

 

Darryl Joel Weisman calls Mrs. Donovan complaining about the smell coming from Mrs. Lifschultz's apartment.  She agrees to send a maintenance technician with keys to check it out.  While waiting Shaquanda waddles into the lobby followed by Reverand Harper and Hip-Hop mogul P-Doc.  "Dis is da place" she tells them.  "Does you really wantz ta film dat reality show here? And what the fuck stinks so bad?"

 

Darryl walks up to Shaquanda and says "I literally just got home from work an hour ago and discovered this.  I've already called management and maintenance is on its way.  I know that Mrs. Lifschultz was an old woman and not in the best of health.  She may be lying dead in there, just so you know."

 

"Fuck that motherfuckin' old bag anyway!" Shaquanda responds.  "I never liked that fuckin' cunt in the first place!  I's pretty sure she's the one who called the motherfuckin' 5-0 on me!  I hope she is dead!  By the way, meets Rev. Harper and P-Doc of Hip Hop Industries Unlimited.  They is gonna gives me mah own Reality TV show and film a lot of it here!"

 

Just then the backup building maintenance man arrives.  He enters the apartment then runs out all but gagging.  "I served in the Army" Rev. Harper says.  "I know what that smell means.  Your neighbor is dead."  An ambulance is called and they confirm it.  Mrs. Donovan has a contractor over to empty and fumigate the apartment and area.  After they are done Darryl goes to the management office to talk to Mrs. Donovan.

 

"Mrs. Donovan" Darryl says "I must once again ask you to let me out of my lease.  Its not just Mrs. Lifschultz dying, its that Shaquanda is back and will be filming a Reality TV series in the building!  You know I work nights.  You know I need to sleep during the daytime hours so I won't be falling asleep at work.  I am willing to pay a reasonable fee but not have to pay off the entire balance of the lease."

 

"I'm afraid you'll have to take that up with a Mr. P-Doc" Mrs. Donovan answers.  "He and Shaquanda have bought the building and do not require our services.  They are required to honor all existing leases but not to renew them.  I for one am greatful to not have to deal with that miserable building any more!  You were the only decent tennant I had in there.  If he agrees to let you out of the lease I manage a lot of other properties and can find you something within your price range.  Talk to him and get back to me."

 

EPILOGUE

 

Three months later Meredith Parker and her husband Jim walk into the neighborhood bar.  "What'll it be?" Max the bartender asks them.

 

"Champagne!  We're celebrating tonight!" Meredith answers.  "I've got some great news!  Some Hip-Hop producer named P-Doc negotiated a peace treaty between the Lourds and the Moors gangs.  Shaquanda's kids are all back in school and they seem ok!"

Looking down the bar Meredith sees Darryl Joel Weisman, Mike Carter, and Diego Rodriguez sitting watching the game.  She goes over and tells them the good news.  "I'm glad to hear that" Darryl answers.  "Believe it or not they are now filming a Reality TV show starring Shaquanda and doing a lot of the shooting at 330 Jay Street.  P-Doc was nice enough to let me out of my lease, though.  I now have a much better place just a few blocks from here. My rent and other expenses are all pretty much the same.  But not having to deal with Shaquanda is priceless."

 

"Not having to deal with that miserable building alone is priceless" Mike Carter answers.  "I'll be happy to never set foot in it again.  I hope it burns down, preferably with Shaquanda inside."

 

"I'll drink to that!" Diego Rodriguez replies.  "I'd like to propose a toast.  To 330 Jay Street.  May we all never see it ever again!"

 

Back at 330 Jay Street The Shaquanda Show becomes a Reality TV hit.  Shaquanda remains her obnoxious malt liquor guzzling self and never resumes relations with her children.  She does give up meth, though, and loses some weight, figuring that "Nowz dat I is rich I wants ta live longah sos I can spendz it."

 

A few miles away Mrs. Lifschultz turns in her grave.

 

THE END

 

AUTHOR'S NOTE:  I'd like to thank all my fans and the other people who have followed this story.  As of next week I will be working at another site and may not have the computer access or time to do the kind of reading and writing I've been doing.  If I can't get to reading requests its for this reason, not that I'm blowing anyone off.  Best of luck to everyone on Booksie!

Joseph Mark

 

 

 

 


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