330 Jay Street Part 8

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Continuing the (mis)adventures of everyone's favorite group of tennants and support staff. Enjoy!

Submitted: May 27, 2014

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330 Jay Street Part 8

 

Meredith Parker and her husband Jim walk into the local bar.  Max, the bartender, sees them and asks what they'd care for.  Meredith orders her usual white wine while Jim has a pint of Guiness.  After getting their drinks Meredith asks Max "I wonder if you've seen Joel Weisman around?  He agreed to meet us here.  Its now been over three weeks and those children haven't been at school."

 

"I haven't seen him tonight." Max answers.  "But he usually comes around about this time.  He's become a regular and a pretty good tipper too.  I'll tell you if he shows."

 

While waiting for Joel Jim says "Great job, Nancy Drew!  I don't know why you need to go hunting those children down.  They're kids!  Kids run away all the time.  You should leave this kind of thing to the cops."

 

"You heard just what a great job the cops did" Meredith replies.  "Without more evidence they can't get a warrant to enter the apartment, never mind find out what actually happened.  With any luck Mr. Weisman can get us the evidence we need."

 

A few minutes later Joel enters the bar.  Max flags him down, then directs him to Meredith and Jim.  The three of them take the quiet table in the back.  "Sorry I'm late" Joel says.  "Because of that fat cunt Shaquanda and maybe her Hood Rat kids I now have to park my car about four blocks away, so they can't further vandalize it.  They slashed all four of my tires last week!  The cops can't do anything because I have no witnesses or video."

 

"I know what you mean" Meredith answers.  "I sent the cops to do a 'welness check' on the family last week.  She told the officer that her kids were at school.  Those kids have not been in school in nearly 4 weeks.  The eldest son, Dequan, is in my class.  In spite of his appearance and 'gangsta' mannerisms he is very highly intelligent, does all of his assignments, and never causes any trouble.  I've spoken to my colleagues and they have verified that none of the other three children have been in class or even used their reduced price meal tickets for breakfast or lunch, when they all used to do so regularly."

 

"That's no surprise" Joel responds.  "Shaquanda's so damn obese she probably eats all the food her food stamps provide for all the family."  Jim laughs.  "Seriously, though," Joel continues "I haven't seen or heard from her Hood Rat kids in about a month's time.  I just figured that they'd gotten locked up or otherwise taken away from her.  I've kinda enjoyed the quiet, as I work nights and live under a diferent clock.  You know, come to think of it, in spite of all their ghetto trash talk and horrible rap music I don't think those kids have ever done anything serious, at least not in my building.  Don't get me wrong, when Max first gave me your number my intention was to get Shaquanda thrown out of the building, using your evidence to do so.  I never thought those kids could be in any sort of danger."

 

"You know," Jim says "Getting this Shaquanda lady thrown out of that building and those children into foster care may be a great idea!  I think those kids are better off without her!  Yes, Meredith, I know what you've told me about how its important to keep the children together and the parent or parents active in their lives.  But this time it looks like they've run away, probably to get away from her.  I say you get your colleagues together, bring attendance and other school records, and sick social servies on her ass!  Then maybe this poor guy " meaning Joel "won't have to park his car 4 blocks away to keep her or possibly her kids from vandalizing it."

 

"I'm in" Joel replies.  "Let me know how I can help without having that fat cunt knowing I was involved."

 

Back at 330 Jay Street Shaquanda waddles down to Apartment #1A, where she buys her meth from Derrick Walker.  "Hey yo D open the motherfuckin' door!  I gotta talks ta ya." she says.

 

Derrick opens the door and lets her inside.  "Hey yo D whatever shit you sold me last night got me sick.  I've been smokin' mah meth for years and never once did I gets sick like that!  I wants a motherfuckin' refund!"

 

"Sorry Shaquanda" Derrick replies "But you've been smoking my meth for several years now and never once have you gotten sick.  I took AP chemistry in high school.  I knows what I'm fuckin' doing with my meth lab.  That guy from 'Breaking Bad' has got nothin' on me.  All my other customers had their meth from the exact same batch I cooked up for you the other day.  None of them got sick or had any complaints whatsoever.  Whatever made you sick it wasn't my meth.  I can't give you a refund but can sell you more.  Feel free to smoke it here, as I'm done selling for today.  This way you can see it wasn't my product."

 

So Shaquanda waddles back upstairs, gets a couple of 40 ounce bottles of Malt Liquor, then buys and smokes the meth in Derrick's apartment.  Across the hall Mrs. Lifschultz smiles.........

To be continued........

 


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