Parishioner
“Lenny asked as they drove past the guard post of the parking lot.
“What’re they gonna say?” Ecks asked. He was feeling good about the resolution of the face-off. All things considered, he got what he wanted with the least damage done.
“The security staff at Zebra is some crazy motherfuckers,” Lenny said. “They will put a niggah down.”
Ecks smiled at the young white man’s choice of words—and identity. They understood each other in a world that made no sense.
“They don’t know who I am,” Ecks assu...red his passenger.
“They … they got cameras that take pictures of every license plate come in there. They got a dude at motor vehicles too. He prob’ly already give ’em your address.”
“Not from those plates they won’t,” Ecks promised.
“They know who I am. They know my friends.”
“Those aren’t your friends anymore, Len. Everything you knew is over … over. Those men might as well be looking for a brown-tailed jackrabbit named Lenny up in the Hollywood Hills.”MoreLess
“What’re they gonna say?” Ecks asked. He was feeling good about the resolution of the face-off. All things considered, he got what he wanted with the least damage done.
“The security staff at Zebra is some crazy motherfuckers,” Lenny said. “They will put a niggah down.”
Ecks smiled at the young white man’s choice of words—and identity. They understood each other in a world that made no sense.
“They don’t know who I am,” Ecks assu...red his passenger.
“They … they got cameras that take pictures of every license plate come in there. They got a dude at motor vehicles too. He prob’ly already give ’em your address.”
“Not from those plates they won’t,” Ecks promised.
“They know who I am. They know my friends.”
“Those aren’t your friends anymore, Len. Everything you knew is over … over. Those men might as well be looking for a brown-tailed jackrabbit named Lenny up in the Hollywood Hills.”MoreLess
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