…
God?
BANG!
Put the gun away! You’re Miles!
BANGBANG!
MR. DAVIS! Mr. Davis! Sorry, I met someone who looked like you.
“Handsome motherfucker, must have been.”
Sure was.
“Bird once stole my bed to pawn for heroin, and I was in the motherfucker at the time. That’s how slick he was. I woke up, my black ass is on the floor and I ain’t got drawers on. Bird also stole my drawers.”
He sounds like a terrible friend.
“Shit, only thing Bird could do was play that fucking horn. Motherfucker used to get into car accidents from the back seat. Liked to ride around in cabs getting his dick sucked while he ate chicken. Bitch’d have her ass all up in the air getting freaky with herself. Driver gets distracted and hits a police horse.”
And what would Bird do?
“Hail another fucking cab if he still had chicken. Or a hard-on. He’d be yelling the whole time, ‘Keep sucking, bitch.’ Never got arrested. Maybe the cops just couldn’t believe their motherfucking eyes. This was ’51. Black man couldn’t act that way in ’51.”
I don’t think anyone could act like that ever.
“Dizzy could. Man got away with anything. Used to grab on white ladies’ nipples in automats and say, ‘Sorry, I thought that was the button for the ham sandwich.’ Then he’d stick a nickel in her nose. White bitches loved that shit.”
Dizzy had a lovely smile, though. That’ll take you far in this world.
“White people always telling me that shit. ‘Smile more, Miles. People like you more when you smile, Miles.’ Dumb motherfuckers. I smile when I’m happy. Maybe not even then. Depends on my mood. I smile when I ride my horses.”
Oh, you ride horses?
“Black man can’t ride a fucking horse?”
I didn’t say that.
“Been riding horses all my damn life. Grew up in the west. We got horses and shit there. See, that’s what the writers never understood about me. I’m a western black man, but they always thinking I’m a southern black. There’s a difference.”
Which is?
“You’re too fucking dumb to understand.”
Why do you have to be so belligerent?
“I made Kind of Blue.”
No, I’m not asking why you get away with being so belligerent; I’m asking why you choose to be.
BANG!
SORRY! Sorry!
“Don’t be thinking about turning me into no regular motherfucker around here. This shit’s beneath me.”
The readers love you.
BANG!
OKAY! Okay.
If St. Louis is the gateway to the west, doesn’t that make East St. Louis the east? But it could still be considered the South (even though I wouldn’t admit that for a long time).
Thank you.
Jack, that cat was clean.