Ralph walked them up to Puritan and pulled the forty five out from under his shirt. At the sight of it Corzell reached out frantically, “Let me hold it.” Ralph didn’t want to wrestle with it or give any resistance; he knew the gun was loaded.
“Yo man chill out, that bitch is loaded.” Ralph was super cool but stern.
“Let me see it!” Herb reached out for it but Corzell turned his back. Herb insisted, “Damn nigga you act like it’s a bitch, can I get the bitch.”
Tone and Dino were both nervous in the presence of the gun. They distanced themselves about a house away from the other three. Herb noticed and began cracking jokes, “Look at these two pussies, yall den watched Juice to many times. Yo Corzell they think you going to nut up and try and pop everybody.”
“It ain’t even funny dog.” Tone was even toned and out of character. His exposed fear sent Herb and Ralph into a laughing fit.
“Yo, yall niggas need to be careful with that bitch.” Dino spoke austerely.
“We should shoot this bitch…see what it sound like.” Corzell turned to them wide eyed with a lunacy and psychosis attached to a devilish smile.
“This nigga tripping.” Tone’s shaky voice fell into the wind.
“Hell naw…if my pops find out then that’s my ass.” Ralph replied.
Corzell stared at all of them and had a wild image pass through his mind. Corzell imagined shooting all of his friends and marveling at the damage the instrument of destruction could do. Corzell forced the tempting thought out of his mind and responded, “Yeah that’s right…yo this mufuckah heavy as hell. I bet this bitch could put a serious hole in a nigga.”
“Oh no doubt.” Ralph was still mellow and cool. He wasn’t scared of guns; his father taught him how to shoot.
“How you work that bitch?” Herb asked. Right on the corner Ralph showed them how to work the gun. He took the clip out, put it back in, showed them the safety, cocked the gun and showed them the proper way to shoot.
“Yo that’s the good thing about having a pops.” Corzell claimed out of the blue.
“Fuck that…I hate my pops. That nigga ain’t never did shit for me.” Herb countered. Corzell was jealous of Ralph, but so were all the others. Tone secretly wished his father was cool as Ralph’s dad.
“Let me sport that bitch…let me see how it feel on me.” Corzell stated. Ralph wasn’t intimidated by Corzell rather he had the gun or not. The two of them had grown tight and the only other person closer to Corzell was Dino, Ralph would bet his life that Corzell wouldn’t harm a hair on him.
“Dog, be careful with this bitch. I would hate for it to go off and take a limb off your ass.” Ralph handed Corzell the bulky gun. He tried hiding it up under his shirt and began walking off.
“Yo Zell, where you going?” Dino shouted out.