The King of Division Street

Michigan Ave
Image Source: Old Chicago

Jes US, I’m gonna be stuck in this shit all NIGHT! Ace Bennett pounded the steering wheel in frustration and junk-sickness as traffic slowed to nothing and Michigan Ave turned into a parking lot. He was supposed to meet Gumbo’s runner Two-Bit at the corner of Division and Milwaukee to pick up the goods. But right now it looked like he wasn’t going anywhere soon.

God DAMNit! It goddamn figures! It was a blistering hot Chicago night, with storm clouds threatening to blow in off the lake. Ace had all the windows rolled down, and a thick fog of heat and humidity, exhaust fumes and static electricity settled into the car like a sopping blanket. Those storms were coming soon, and they would be fierce. He lit a Merit and turned on the radio, which was tuned to WGN 720. Paul Harvey, blathering on with the Rest of the Story.

Something felt off about this entire trip. Sometimes there is an intangible feeling of something being wrong, a vague feeling that the cosmos aren’t quite aligned and bad things will result. Ace had had this feeling before, and it always meant something unpleasant, like the sudden death of a relative or friend. And here it was again.

Two-Bit had a reputation around Division and Milwaukee as a tough enforcer with a hair-trigger temper. He did the grunt work for Gumbo: shaking down Loop bankers who were behind on the vig, breaking up the local tavern if the owner didn’t agree to pay protection, that kind of thing. Two-Bit’s boss Gumbo was known as The King of Division Street, and nothing moved in or out of Cabrini-Green, the most notorious housing project in Chicago, without his say-so. Drugs, guns, sex…Gumbo owned it all. And Ace had just ripped him off.

Or so they said. After the last time Ace bought, Two-Bit tracked him down and said that he was ten bucks short on the deal. Ace didn’t think that was the case: why would he short-change a crazy street hood like Two-Bit? Besides, Two-Bit counted out the money rather quickly, and he didn’t say anything at the time. But knowing Two-Bit’s reputation, and having bought from him a few times, and having seen Gumbo himself once, he didn’t feel like making a federal case over ten bucks. Ace agreed to bring the missing ten-spot to the buy today. No big deal.

The sky overhead grew black with the coming storm and the tops of the Wrigley Building, Marina City and the Tribune Tower took on a silver glow as the light faded and the lightning picked up. Ace felt crazy paranoid, partly because he was coming down and partly because of the situation. He thought he saw Two-Bit at a phone booth way further up Michigan Ave, but it could have been anybody. He thought he saw Gumbo himself in a coffee shop on the Near North side of the river, but why would Gumbo be this far off his turf? Ace worked like crazy to bring back rational thought to his addled brain. He lit another Merit, rolled up the windows against the first drips of rain and turned up the radio. Paul Harvey gave way to highlights of the Cubs win over Philly that afternoon at Wrigley, with Jack Brickhouse’s call from WGN-TV.

Strike from Hooton, and the inning is over!…Whew, boy!…A drive by Bill Madlock!…What a catch by Rick Monday!…Hey-hey!

The first deafening clap of thunder hit.

“Hell of a game today, my man!”

Ace let out a yelp as he saw Gumbo sitting in the passenger seat. He felt something cold and hard under his right ear and realized it was a pistol held by Two-Bit in the back seat.

The rain pelted the roof of the car like thousands of marbles thrown full-blast on a concrete floor. The storm was almost directly overhead: less than a second between blinding bolts of lightning and the deafening claps of thunder.

Ace breathed deep through the greatest terror he had ever known. “H..hu..hi, guys” he said. “Fancy m-meeting you here.”

Gumbo did not look amused.

“My man Two-Bit say you rip him off,” he said. “That true?”

“N-n-no, Gumbo, I wouldn’t do t-th-thaa…”

“White boy lyin’, boss!” Two-Bit said, shoving the barrel harder against Ace’s ear.

“I sw—swe-swear, I didn’t mean to,” Ace said. “Swear! H-h-here, take all m-my money, here’s my wallet.”

Gumbo grabbed his wallet and shoved it in his pocket. Thunder cracked as the deluge continued and time slowed to an agonizing eternity.

“You didn’t mean to?” Gumbo said. “The fuck you mean you didn’t mean to? Two-Bit say you rip him off, you rip the man off! Don’t make a shit bit of diff’rence you didn’t mean to.”

Ace shook his head and started crying, the tears shimmering as the lightning flashed in the cloudburst. “I s-swe-swear, I wouldn’t. It was a mistake…”

“Ain’t no mistake, white motherfucker!” Two-Bit said. His rage was a palpable entity, like a bull waiting for the gate to open to start bucking.

“I s-s-SWEAR TO GOD!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Gumbo said, shaking his head sadly. “Sheeeeiiiiitttttt, now look what we have here. Fine, high class honky like yo’self reduced to this? Yo life ain’t nothin’ but Cubs games, spendin’ Daddy’s money at the mall an’ swimmin’ in all that fine Oak Park pussy, an’ you gotta come into the big city an’ rip off my poor oppressed man Two-Bit here? You ain’t got enough in life, you gotta take a hard-workin’ Neeegro like Two-Bit for ten motherfuckin’ dollar? That what you think of us?”

“G-gu-gumbo, I SWEAR I wouldn’t have…”

“Man, you jus’ ain’ got no respect, do you, white boy?” Two-Bit grabbed Ace around the neck and shoved the barrel in even harder against Ace’s ear. “Ought to show you a thing or two ‘bout what it mean when you mean to do something.”

“That it?” Gumbo said. “We need to teach you a thing or two about respect, white boy? We need to teach you what it mean when you mean to do something?”

Ace, paralyzed by fear, just shook his head sideways. Gumbo looked back at Two-Bit.

“Only way he learn, boss.” Two-Bit said.

Gumbo nodded. “Do it.”

Ace let out a blood-curdling scream as Two-Bit aimed the .44 at his lower body. As the last intense clap of thunder rolled, Two-Bit pulled off two shots. Ace slumped forward against the steering wheel as Gumbo and Two-Bit got out of the car, while the rain slacked off, and the deal was over.

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43 comments
  1. Fantastic job. Great writing.

    • Thankya, Sir.

  2. Love the dialog. Couldn’t quit reading.

    • Honored, thanks!

  3. Loved this. You are a gifted writer, my friend. You seriously just capture people’s voices SO well. Ah! Amazing.

    • Aw, hell… *grin*

  4. As always, Brian, you show a true gift for the essence of a moment and experience; always a pleasure to read your work, even when it is this intense!

    • Always great to see you, Composer, and as always, thank you so much.

      • I have been absent of late but now returning to my usual and much loved haunts :-)

      • I have been more absent than you! No worries.

      • Life :-}

      • “Life is what happens when you’re making other plans.”
        John Lennon

  5. Wow! Brilliant, Brian. My heart is actually beating a little faster. Your dialogue is always spot on. :)

    • sweeeeeeeeeeeeet

  6. Brian, I like your blog. But come on, this blog’s picture should be in color, right?

    • Uh, couldn’t find a color pic, and why would I need to? The story started writing itself after I saw this pic. Wouldn’t change a thing.

      • Maybe, maybe not… Maybe the sequel will have a color picture?? http://www.segmation.com

  7. Whoot! You actually got FPd for REAL, GENUINE WRITING – as opposed to me who gets FPd for sharing embarrassing stories about her life! Well done. Well deserved. I only hate you a little bit. And only because you’re going to the UK.

    • I was going to add some clip-art and write this in a whimsical font originally.

      • If you decide to make the change, consider using colorful clip-art so that all of your minions remain happy.

        You know how to change your font? Bastard! Why am I such a ‘tard?

      • Two-Bit in Comic Sans! YESSS!!!

      • Don’t forget Curlz or Jokeman. If you really want to fuck with people, you could go with Wingdings. See who can crack the code first.

      • You are a beautiful mind, m’dear.

      • You should see it in a bikini. Nothin’ like a little gray matter milkshake to bring all the boys to the yard.

      • snort…choke….

  8. Personally, I LOVE the photo! It works so well with the story.

    • Why, thankayah!

  9. omnia said:

    Well, I sure hope Ace survives. Probably not, but one can hope!

    • We shall see! Thanks so much for reading.

  10. Sharp! I read mostly the dusty old classic short stories by the master writers, so this was quite refreshing to me. Pix is great. Keep writing.

    • Thank you so much, Paula! I’m honored, and really appreciate you reading and commenting. C’mon back!

  11. I didn’t realize you’d been Freshly Pressed again when I read this. Congratulations Mr. Westbye!

    • Why, thankyah!! Just happened today. Great to see you as always!

  12. And now I want to read an entire novel’s worth of this. Or see the movie. Great atmosphere and dialogue. Congrats on the FP.

    (And as for the pic… man, some people…)

    • Holy…HOLY! Thank you so much, good sir! Can’t tell you how much I appreciate that…in B&W and color. *grin*

  13. Reblogged this on cv template.

    • Thanks so much for the reblog! Greatly appreciated.

  14. Great story! Lots of energy in there. Could feel the intensity of that deal. I grew up in Chicago. It’s always fun to read something taking place in your hometown! No more Cabrini Green projects I heard……it’s true?

    • Hey, great to have you here, thanks so much! From what I’ve heard, I think a Target is on the Cabribi site now. Crazy…

  15. The pic is what brought me to your story. Made me think of my home town…. Enjoyed your story.

    • Great to have you here, thanks!

  16. I love your writing style. You capture everything just right!

    • Thank you so much! Greatly appreciated, and it’s great to have you here.

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