...Dick knew the ins and outs. The roundabouts in the White House. He never had any title. The only one that didn't wear a name badge or had to...ever. He was that type of nigga. Straight up! In The White House! He was witnessed ta tell ya:
"Check it. I come to the dough, ya know, the security bullshit? Start goin through it, shit goin off, that ain't my fuckin business. Y'all should know! I mean fuck it! Or at the very least find out soon motha fuckas if stopped?! And what the motha fuckin nigga do? Braced my ass! You betta recognize! Then I hear the other Capitol policemen say to this one in front of me, "Yo Ty! He cool man!" Ty, I would guess understood somethin in the otha Brothas voices ta make this Brotha understand, "Warning nigga! You ready to loose yo job fo doin what they told you to do for every Goddamned body?! Really? Your choice?.."
And Ty with the utmost professionalism said to Dick, "I'm so sorry sir. I just started I'm just not familiar with you. But they said everybody; so I guess you are one of the exceptions. So in the future can you just tell me your name so I will at least know your name for my superiors?"
Dick liked him. He didn't know why. They're weren't too many young Black men trying to do the right thing civilized as The Capitol Police Officer surely was trying to do.
Dick said deadpan, "Dick. And no jokes." And the Capitol Police Officer couldn't contain himself, and the CPO laughed a genuine good laugh. Dick liked him fo sho.
And Dick knew instantly The White House needed someone like this young man in its fortress. To hold it down for the rest of US. Cause as far as he was concerned in about six weeks? This motha fucka be ghost...
(Peace! More to come...)
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