When we were last with Gerald in New Orleans, he was in a club in a rival area with his two best friends, Greg and Minew…
Red was a young boy, but Red went hard. Little Red got more heart than Muskrat. God bless Muskra’. Rest in peace, Muskrat. Muskrat was a good hustler. So Red lookin’ at us. Red say, “Hey, what’s up Third Ward?” I say, “Ain’t nothin’ too much.”
Greg standing by the door. I’m like, “D***”. So, they went to pull out money and stuff.”
First thing Minew say, “Third Ward, I gotta use the bathroom.” When he says that, then you gotta watch Minew. Minew see money, you see death. Me and Minew can be in a bank, and the lady can be trying to put that check in to see that money, and he’s gonna want to get her. Dude just doesn’t have no mercy. But me and Greg and him kickin’ it. We won a few hundred dollars. And Minew didn’t stick up the club. He wanted to. But he told the owner we won’t go back there with no drama.
Sometimes he says fuck the owner, he’ll take the owner down. But we left the club. So, we comin’ out the club, we dab, we roll. As we ridin’ … Remember, Sarge, the police in New Orleans. He knows all the hood in n****s, but he doesn’t get at ‘em. Wolf gets at ‘em. Most likely, y’all should be familiar with Wolf because he was the Chief of Police in D.C. He came from New Orleans to D.C. Wolf was Warren Mayes’ uncle. And Wolf was a dirty man. Crooked cop. Wolf was on the force back then, in the street. He spotted us. We stopped at the red light. We rock with the tops off our IROC-Z Camaro. We listened to Run to LL Cool J. We bumpin’.
I look at him. I say, “Man, look at Wolf.” Minew say, “Fuck Wolf.” We peel out as we pull out with the red light. He wanted to. He leaned. But he seen what we were driving, and he say, “I can’t catch them son-of-a-bitch.” Minew hit it. We went up to Interstate I-10. The I-10 leads you to the Superdome when you go up in New Orleans. When we hit that… Anybody who knows the city knows when you go up Claiborne bridge and you come down, you in the Third Ward.
You in the neck of our hood. This is our town. You come off; you pass the Charity Hospital where the crazy people are. You come off the bridge, you enter right into the Third Ward. Claiborne and Martin Luther King. When we hit there, we looked back for Wolf. Wolf was nowhere to be found. We peeled out. We went on back up to the Magnolia Project which is on Washington and Claiborne. We cut into Magnolia Project, we hit the Sixth Street cove where everybody be at. N**** say, “What’s up, man? Y’all boys still out here? D***, what? Y’all retire from the game?” “Nah, man, we just coolin’.”
Everybody lights up that side when we hit the project. You know when cash money is in the project. Get your eyes on us when we hit the project.
To be continued. Gerald Anderson’s first book, “Still Standing: how an ex-con found salvation in the floodwaters of Katrina,” is available on Amazon.com.
