Ricky was a true Atlanta native. The type of ATLien that pointed down and said, “I’m from here!” when asked. Ricky took pride in announcing that he was a “Grady Baby.”
Ricky who's government name was Ricardo Hart, had never done anything to brag about, unless you counted staying out of the penitentiary as an accomplishment. In the Ben Hill section of Atlanta, where Ricky had spent his entire life, it was.
Ricky, slept, shat, and breathed the West Side of Atlanta. The brief forays out of the West Side, that he had made, were all work related.
His children had been born and raised on the West Side of Atlanta. They had left of course, and one of them lived way out in Hiram. You wouldn't catch him, “Out there wit dem rednecks.” Ricky was “Atl shawty, you better know about it!”
That's why he was so nervous going to this new temp job. He was painting at one of the finest condominiums in the heart of the city.
The GMC Yukon and it's 22 inch rims were his, he owned it outright. The very idea of renting rims was asinine, to Ricardo, but he knew some fools.
Ricky who's government name was Ricardo Hart, had never done anything to brag about, unless you counted staying out of the penitentiary as an accomplishment. In the Ben Hill section of Atlanta, where Ricky had spent his entire life, it was.
Ricky, slept, shat, and breathed the West Side of Atlanta. The brief forays out of the West Side, that he had made, were all work related.
His children had been born and raised on the West Side of Atlanta. They had left of course, and one of them lived way out in Hiram. You wouldn't catch him, “Out there wit dem rednecks.” Ricky was “Atl shawty, you better know about it!”
That's why he was so nervous going to this new temp job. He was painting at one of the finest condominiums in the heart of the city.
The GMC Yukon and it's 22 inch rims were his, he owned it outright. The very idea of renting rims was asinine, to Ricardo, but he knew some fools.
Ricky was extra careful as always. He loved “Nadine” he couldn't recall why he had named his Denali that, but it suited her.
He saw the traffic light turn yellow with a single car ahead of him, but the cameras atop the light gave him pause, he had never had a ticket or an accident and he wasn't going to start now.
He eased onto his brakes and made a complete stop.
The car behind him slammed into his rear end. The entire truck moved and Big Boi's voice stopped mid rhyme.
“What the fuck Shawty?” Ricky put the truck in park and got out, his Falcons hard hat and Neon Green work vest, would have been enough to cause people to stare even if there hadn't been a BMW X-5 pressure welded to the back of his Denali.
“Ah fuck shawty!”
Ricky, looked from his mangled rear end to inside the offending vehicle at the driver.
She was an attractive woman about his age. She appeared to be sobbing, and Ricky worried that she might be really hurt.
He removed his hard hat and approached her car carefully, aware that black men are considered dangerous by virtue of being black. “Say Shawty you alright?” Ricky’s onboard assistance had called emergency services when he hadn't answered. He decided that maybe the woman needed to hear that too. “Ms. Lady help is on the way. You alright?”
“I am not going to ever be alright again!”
Ricky, hoped the lady was exaggerating, but he knew it wasn't his fault. “Shit, I might need to call Ken!” As quickly as the thought occurred he switched his attention back to the weeping woman who still hadn't moved. “Ma'am, ahh Ms. Lady are you hurt? Anything broke or bleeding? I am sorry, but it REALLY wasn't my fault. “ Ricky, made sure that he included that little tidbit of information. Through the tears the woman who Rickey now noticed was actually quite pretty, rushed to agree. He hoped that someone was recording. “No it was my fault, I was looking at my phone. I just found out that my divorce is final. I didn't know I was GETTING A FUCKING DIVORCE!” The police sirens were a welcoming sound for the first time in Ricardo’s life. “Ma'am, I can't see your body or nothing but you're pretty as fuck shawty must be crazy.” Ricardo, still holding his hard hat and gloves with both hands in the center of his body and leaning towards her turned and straightened to his full 6’6” height and made certain that the officers could see his hands. For a brother over 6ft even the simplest run in with police could prove fatal. True to form one of the APD officers loosened his service pistol. The move didn't escape Ricky and he made a big deal about putting down his hard hat as, the woman got out of her car. “Damn shawty thick and fine!” Ric, thought to himself.
“Officer, Hi I'm Elaine Montgomery. Senator John T. Montgomery’s wife. Well I reckon I am his ex-wife now.”
She visibly struggled to keep her composure and the same officer who had loosened his gun, leaned towards her noticeably.
Ricky hoped the dude didn't play poker or fight.
“This entire pandemonium is my fault.”
Ricky, had never been attracted to white women before, nothing against them just nothing for them.
Elaine Montgomery, had something that he found intriguing, he admired the way she Southern Charmed, and Damsel in distressed the cops. She might be a congressman's wife, but she was also a con artist.
It's hard to grow up in the hood and not know a few con artists.
He was just glad that she was not looking to throw him under the bus. The congressional budget was about to be strained.
She had been able to talk her way out of a hands-free ticket, still take blame for the accident and indicate that the Congressman’s poor upkeep of the car could be at fault.
Ricky had been forced to call his supervisor, and was on the phone with him when, Elaine caught his eye she was sitting in the open back of the ambulance.
She didn't say anything at all but her eyes told him to fake an injury.
Ricky realized that his sixth sense was on the money, because when he howled in pain, Elaine’s perfect and expensive dentistry was on full display. The Paramedics, called for a second ambulance. He put on a good show, and was grunting, moaning, and appeared to be in pain.
Elaine, and Rick chatted in the NorthSide Hospital ER waiting room. He helped her plot her revenge. Ricardo realized, “I slick like shawty.”
Elaine looked at man she'd rear ended, she liked that he had been smart enough to pick up the hint and play along. He was very handsome and tall, and he saw through the B.S.
Maybe this divorce was a good thing maybe she could look at somebody for themselves. Ricardo, could be worth being around.
The car behind him slammed into his rear end. The entire truck moved and Big Boi's voice stopped mid rhyme.
“What the fuck Shawty?” Ricky put the truck in park and got out, his Falcons hard hat and Neon Green work vest, would have been enough to cause people to stare even if there hadn't been a BMW X-5 pressure welded to the back of his Denali.
“Ah fuck shawty!”
Ricky, looked from his mangled rear end to inside the offending vehicle at the driver.
She was an attractive woman about his age. She appeared to be sobbing, and Ricky worried that she might be really hurt.
He removed his hard hat and approached her car carefully, aware that black men are considered dangerous by virtue of being black. “Say Shawty you alright?” Ricky’s onboard assistance had called emergency services when he hadn't answered. He decided that maybe the woman needed to hear that too. “Ms. Lady help is on the way. You alright?”
“I am not going to ever be alright again!”
Ricky, hoped the lady was exaggerating, but he knew it wasn't his fault. “Shit, I might need to call Ken!” As quickly as the thought occurred he switched his attention back to the weeping woman who still hadn't moved. “Ma'am, ahh Ms. Lady are you hurt? Anything broke or bleeding? I am sorry, but it REALLY wasn't my fault. “ Ricky, made sure that he included that little tidbit of information. Through the tears the woman who Rickey now noticed was actually quite pretty, rushed to agree. He hoped that someone was recording. “No it was my fault, I was looking at my phone. I just found out that my divorce is final. I didn't know I was GETTING A FUCKING DIVORCE!” The police sirens were a welcoming sound for the first time in Ricardo’s life. “Ma'am, I can't see your body or nothing but you're pretty as fuck shawty must be crazy.” Ricardo, still holding his hard hat and gloves with both hands in the center of his body and leaning towards her turned and straightened to his full 6’6” height and made certain that the officers could see his hands. For a brother over 6ft even the simplest run in with police could prove fatal. True to form one of the APD officers loosened his service pistol. The move didn't escape Ricky and he made a big deal about putting down his hard hat as, the woman got out of her car. “Damn shawty thick and fine!” Ric, thought to himself.
“Officer, Hi I'm Elaine Montgomery. Senator John T. Montgomery’s wife. Well I reckon I am his ex-wife now.”
She visibly struggled to keep her composure and the same officer who had loosened his gun, leaned towards her noticeably.
Ricky hoped the dude didn't play poker or fight.
“This entire pandemonium is my fault.”
Ricky, had never been attracted to white women before, nothing against them just nothing for them.
Elaine Montgomery, had something that he found intriguing, he admired the way she Southern Charmed, and Damsel in distressed the cops. She might be a congressman's wife, but she was also a con artist.
It's hard to grow up in the hood and not know a few con artists.
He was just glad that she was not looking to throw him under the bus. The congressional budget was about to be strained.
She had been able to talk her way out of a hands-free ticket, still take blame for the accident and indicate that the Congressman’s poor upkeep of the car could be at fault.
Ricky had been forced to call his supervisor, and was on the phone with him when, Elaine caught his eye she was sitting in the open back of the ambulance.
She didn't say anything at all but her eyes told him to fake an injury.
Ricky realized that his sixth sense was on the money, because when he howled in pain, Elaine’s perfect and expensive dentistry was on full display. The Paramedics, called for a second ambulance. He put on a good show, and was grunting, moaning, and appeared to be in pain.
Elaine, and Rick chatted in the NorthSide Hospital ER waiting room. He helped her plot her revenge. Ricardo realized, “I slick like shawty.”
Elaine looked at man she'd rear ended, she liked that he had been smart enough to pick up the hint and play along. He was very handsome and tall, and he saw through the B.S.
Maybe this divorce was a good thing maybe she could look at somebody for themselves. Ricardo, could be worth being around.
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