Kennedy was my partner,...he couldn't make the trip cause his momma died, so I went alone.

[ohiosmith]

I scored a key of gold in TJ for ninety beans. The drive to Louisville was uneventful. The plan was to meet black Tony in Columbus where we would break the key into dime bags. Tony would take half and we would take the rest to Cleveland. The Tick was short on weed and promised a bonus if we delivered before Friday.

To be continued.

[In_The_Wind]

1. I'll be waiting.

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[ohiosmith]

2. I got to Louisville around 8:00 AM and headed directly to Kennedy's parent's home on Bobolink Rd.

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where he lived. His older sister Grace answered the door. I told her how sad I was to hear that their mother had died and was sorry I had missed the wake. She said that her mom had always liked me but was concerned that her baby boy was hanging out with a guy who had hair to his shoulders and wore a black pearl stud in his left ear.

I asked if Kennedy was there and she said he went to a pool hall in German Town. She wasn't sure of the name but knew that it was on Oak close to Barrett. I thanked her and left.

Not being that familiar with the GT area it took forty or so minutes to find the place. I parked my 63 rag top Marauder in front and went in.

It reeked of cigar smoke, piss, and god knows what else. I spotted Kennedy at a table near the back and headed toward it. As I walked through the place one of the guys at the bar commented that I should have a bow in my hair. Kennedy saw me coming and waved. At his table he introduced me to the two guys he was playing with. Their names were forgotten as soon as they were spoken, although I'm pretty sure one was Bubba. Both seemed somewhat hesitant to shake my hand but did so seeing that I was a friend of Kennedy's. Pissing off Kennedy was to be avoided at all costs.

Kennedy was known locally as a bad ass nut case. An often repeated example of the craziness that contributed to his reputation had occurred in front of the pool hall itself a couple of years earlier. Kennedy exited the pool hall to find half dozen or so clodhoppers leaning on his cherry, candy apple green GTO. One of the offenders having his left leg in a cast was holding a crutch. Kennedy snatched the crutch out of his hand and began to beat the shit out all of them with it. It was over in seconds as they all ran for their lives except the one with the cast who crawled into the barber shop next to the pool hall.

Not being satisfied with his assault on the clodhoppers Kennedy then beat the shit out of a 51 Studebaker that he assumed the clodhoppers had arrived in since it had West Virginia plates.

TBC

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3. On no . . .

he snatched the guys crutch out of his hand.









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[ohiosmith]

4. Mild compared to what was to come!

[ohiosmith]

5. I had a hot dog and a Schlitz while Kennedy finished the game. They settled up and Kennedy and I

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left for his parents' house. Grace was still there and asked that we keep it down as their dad was sleeping. She offered to make us something to eat but we declined because we wanted to hit the road.

Kennedy packed some clothes while I put the dope in the goat. We decided to take his car and leave mine there.

I had a craving for Skyline chili so we stopped in Cincy. I had five way and he four since he didn't want onions. While at the diner I called black Tony and let him know we were a couple of hours away. We agreed to meet at Charberts around 4:00 PM. Kennedy drove and I slept most of the way to Columbus, not waking until Route 23 became High St.

We got to Charberts a little after four. BT was at our usual table by the window just inside the door. With him were Scummy, the Sergent at Arms for the Columbus Outlaws and a prospect known as Rawhide. Rawhide's nickname was a result of the worst case of acne I had ever seen.

We all shook hands and hugged. The booth was for four so I grabbed a chair and sat at the end of the table.

Eula the Head Waitress took our orders. It was Charburgers and fries all around. I asked Eula if Ricky was in the bar yet. Knowing what I meant she sent the busboy next door to the CharBar. He returned a few minutes later with a PBR in a white paper bag. For the hundredth time she warned me that if they got caught serving me beer in the restaurant she'd beat my ass.

TBC

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6. . . .

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[ohiosmith]

7. We finished our burgers and got down to business. Black Tony was our man so the Outlaws had to

deal with him. How much could we import to Columbus? As much as the market could handle, but we needed front cash. The Outlaws would commit to ten keys a week at two hundred per. They would front one K per shipment with us assuming all risk. The drop would be the Outlaws clubhouse where the outstanding balance would be paid. All agreed.

As we left for BTs to clean and bag Kennedy asked "do you really trust this fuckers?".

TBC

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8. Do you?

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[ohiosmith]

9. BT lived on 17th between High and Pearl about two blocks away. We three got into Kennedy's goat

and he drove us there. We parked in the gravel driveway next to black Tony's pad. We unloaded the weed and Kennedy's duffel bag. Crazy Bob was passed out on the porch glider. The usual assortment of heads, freaks and biker types populated the living room. All in various states of altered reality. BT yelled "If you don't live here, get the fuck out. If you do live here, get the fuck out".

TBC