Bullet Proof

Fat Azi stood at the register; protected from the thugs, the gangbangers, the stickup men, those that pack, and those without a cent in a holey pocket.

Fried chicken, fried fish, French fries, fried okra, fried pies, fried, fried, fried….welcome to Kennedy’s Chicken in The Bronx on Hunts Point….nothing special ’bout the specials…

Gimme three pieces ah chicken and a red drink motherfucker…..the blurry eyed black man stated as fives, singles, and quarters slipped through greasy hands and hit the tile floor…bing…bing…bing…

You get three piece special….a foreign tongue replied through the filtered hole…

No goddamnt..that aint what I said bitch….gimme three piece ah fried fuckin chicken and a red drink…..bitch

I call you bitch…I call you mother fucker….three piece deal is less money….I save you…

You save me motherfucker….I was saved by Jesus along time ago you Mohammed fuckin bitch….now make my chicken you Arab motherfucker…

Fuck you….I say fuck you…

Dats big talk behind dat glass….

Get out….get out….of my…

You get out motherfucker…I was here first….aint dat a bitch…..all I want is some morherfuckin fried chicken….and this Pakistani mother…..

You get out now….I said…

I’ll see ya nigga ass out in the street bitch…

(And then the next customer stepped up)

I want three pieces….

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