Drillmington: Never Happen

The studio had all the accoutrements of a space to record music. Soundproofing material, acoustics and a giant board that had just been installed. Top Shelf ventured into the booth and just lost it. He never wrote anything down and he often laid down the tracks in one take. He permitted no marijuana or alcohol in the studio to stay focused. He listened.

The sound of a sample mixed with harsh drums and bitter melodies coursed through his headset. He spit the lyrics. Within an hour, he had recorded six tracks. He hopped out of the booth and made his way to the vape shop and the liquor store.

He purchased some relatively high grade weed and some red wine. He wanted to relax. He journeyed home in his chauffeured vehicle. He entered into his estate where he could find solitude. But he did want someone to share his virtues with on this occassion.

He texted Julisia.

“Come over soon.”

She texted back, “I got you.”

Once she arrived, they smoked and drank. He started to reach for his vaporizer. Julisia put it down on the table. She reached for the lamp.

He tore her hand away. “Lights on.”

After their intimate session, Julisia stood up in the bed and declared, “We’re going to ride on whoever killed your sister.”

“I’m already in the process of doing that. I’m going to become an informant.”

“A snitch?!” She sat down and covered her body.

“Yes, a snitch. Only against those who wish to kill people’s friends and loved ones. I don’t give a damn about drug traffickers, unless they target innocent bystanders. That’s my aim.” He pulled on the vaporizer and sipped some wine.

“Okay,” she said. “But if they find out you’re a snitch, there’s no telling what might happen. You’ll be in a world of hurt once it comes to you. They’ll light candles aroud you and douse you with battery acid.”

“Never happen. This is the point I’m making. These Wilmington streets are flooded with the start of force. My own sister got gunned down, and I’m supposed to take that? Goddamn, I’m ruining my own high right now. Is it possible for the people to realize that most of the killings are drug related?”

“You’ve got money, babe, but the drug lords have tens of millions. They’ll dispatch their soldiers to come after anyone stopping their flow.”

Top Shelf Liquor took another pull on the marijuana vaporizer. “I’m not worried about it. Too many members of my family and some of my guys have been lost to these streets. I’m doing something about it. Let them come after me.”

“What if they come after me?”

“That won’t happen. You’re safe because I’ve got Noah and Enoch.” These two names Top Shelf Liquor ascribed to his twin pistols with extra clips.

“I’m telling because I can. I’m telling because it is the right thing to do. I might be worth a half a man but that doesn’t mean I can’t call up my warriors who have sticks and can lay down fire on my behalf.”

TSL was standing now, and he hadn’t even realized it.

Julisia got up and went into the shower. TSL followed her. After they dressed, she kept the conversation going.

“Once we find the culprits in Ananda’s murder, we’re not going to ride up on them. We’re going to let 12 do that. But if it is known to me that someone is going to hurt someone that’s productive and of value to someone, I’m informing on them.

Julisia’s face looked like she had a giant question mark. It wasn’t one asking TSL’s motives but how exactly it would work.