330 Jay Street Part 4

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Yet another continuation of The Apartment Building in Missouri. Enjoy!

Submitted: May 14, 2014

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330 Jay Street Chapter 4

 

Police Officer Wayne Williams is sent to 330 Jay Street to do a "wellness" check on a Ms. Shaquanda Johnson and her children in apartment #2B.  He arrives at about 11am and knocks on the door.  After repeated knocks the door finally flies open and he is confronted by an obese black woman wearing pajamas.  "Are you Shaquanda Johnson?" he asks.

 

"Yeah I'm Shaquanda Johnson!" she yells.  "What the fuck do you want, coming up here at this motherfuckin' hour of the day?!?  I don't getz up until 1 o'clock when Jerry Springer comes on!  This had better be motherfuckin' important!"

 

"Ms Johnson, please calm down" Officer Williams says.  "I'm not here to arrest you.  This is just a welfare check for you and your children."

 

"And just who the fuck told you to doez a welfare check on us?!?  I wanna know right now!  Then motherfuckers in this building they knows better then to fuck around with my shit!!  Tells me that 5-0!!"

 

"Im afraid I can't tell you" Officer Williams replies.  "They don't even tell me that.  I was just sent down here to see if you and your children are ok. May I see them?"

 

"No you can't see them motherfucker!  They ain't here!  They's in motherfucking school right now!  You'd better get the fuck out of here and don't come back without a motherfuckin' warrant or I'll sue your ass and the motherfuckin' city too!"

 

"Good day Ms. Johnson." Officer Williams answers.  "There's no need for a warrant because I can see that you are obviously not in any danger and that your kids are in school."  Officer Williams then greatfully leaves the building.

 

After Williams leaves Shaquanda downs a 40 ounce bottle of malt liquor, becoming more enraged with every gulp.  "Whose the motherfucker in here fuckin' around with mah shit?!?  It ain't that old bag next door.  I'm on good terms with both families on the third floor and gets mah meth from the guy in 1A.  It must be that skinny motherfucker Darryl in 1B.  I'm gonna fuck him up!"

 

So Shaquanda waddles downstairs to apartment 1B and starts pounding on the door.  "Open up motherfucker!  I knows you'ze in there cause I sees yo car outside!  Open the motherfucking door right now!"

 

Darryl Weisman is awakened from sleeping by her pounding and yelling.  So he puts his bathrobe on and hides his pistol in the inside pocket.  He then yells "Coming!" , checks the peephole and opens the door.

 

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM MOTHERFUCKER?!?" Shaquanda yells at him.  "HOW DARE YOU CALLZ 5-0 ON MY MOTHERFUCKIN' SHIT?!?  I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP RIGHT NOW!!!"

 

"Lookit here cunt" Darryl Weisman explains.  "I work nights!  I was asleep until you woke me up just now!  I ain't the one who called the cops!  You wanna check my fucking phone?  I'll get it!  The call log records all incoming and outgoing calls recieved by the numbers.  Why would I give a flying fuck about you and those ugly 6 kids anyway?"  Darryl then gets the phone and shows Shaquanda the call log, indicated no 911 calls made in the last few days.  He then tells her "Now get the fuck out of here and don't come back!  And if your kids even think about messing with my car I'll put a cap in all of them!  Then a few in you!" He then slams the door on Shaquanda's face.

 

Shaquanda then waddles back to her apartment, drinks another 40 and watches Jerry Springer.  Inside apartment 2A Mrs. Lifschultz smiles to herself.

 

To be continued.............

 


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