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two friends try their luck in the illegal fireworks trade |
| âSo, Andyâ said Tom âwho gave you these directions anyway?â âWestchester, why?â Andy said. He began to frown because he knew what was coming. Tom folded his arms and slouched into the vinyl seat. He turned his head towards the aisle as if to pretend he didnât hear Andyâs reply. âNo reason really, but how does he know? His dumb ass hasnât seen the North side of Adams St. What makes him the go to for directions into town?â âWell first, heâs the only one I know whoâs actually been there. Second, I donât want anyone else to know where weâre going. You may not like him but he doesnât run his mouth about stuff.â âYou saying I do?â Tom shrugged his shoulders and put out his hands palms up. Tom communicated with his hands as much as his mouth. âNo, Iâm saying I donât want anyone else knowing. He knows how to keep a secret.â âI donât know what the big deal is anyway. If Westchesterâs already been in here it should be fine. Plus, I never said I didnât like him. I just want to know if the directions are worth a damn. Does he know I came with you?â Andy ignored the question; he turned to stare out the window. First, he glanced at his reflection in the trainâs window, then beyond, outside to the graffiti covered buildings going past .The colorful building walls gave way into the marsh as they approached the river. The red brick and multicolored collages turned into a sea of green weeds and brown bogs. The train began to climb as it went onto the bridge and over the Neponset River. âAre you nervous at all?â Tom asked. He was fidgeting, looking up and down the aisle to see who was in the car with them. âA little I guess.â answered Andy. His answer had a calming effect on Tom. He was glad to know he wasnât the only one a little scared. He didnât want Andy to think of him as a coward. The train was full of young people bouncing around the city. All kids were off from school, working in town or goofing around in the city. There were a couple of girls sitting next to the door ahead of the boys. Tom noticed that they were looking at them and giggling. He got up to go over. âWhere are you going?â asked Andy. âIâm gonna try and take my mind off our trip by talking to some girls.â said Tom. Andy stood still and watched Tom walk over to the three girls and start to make conversation. He started to unconsciously rub at the long scar on his cheek. Andy remembered why he had taken Tom. He was brave. Even though he might be nervous, Tom would still be confident enough to go over and meet the girls. They might even get dates for the weekend. Tom was always confident when it counted. All four, the girls and Tom looked over to Andy and waved. He turned red and sheepishly waved back. The train entered Downtown Crossing; it was time for them to switch over to the orange line. Tom was already walking back when Andy grabbed his pack and went to the door. âAny luck?â he asked âNo, those girls were retarded. All they did was laugh at me and ask dumb questions. Why are you wearing those shoes? Why wonât your friend come over? Why are you going to the North End?â said Tom. âTrue blonds.â Andy looked over to see all three girls were blond, at least two were dyed. âYou didnât tell them what we were doing did you?â said Andy. Both boys swayed as the train stopped and the doors slid open. âSort of, I didnât actually tell them we were going to buy illegal fireworks off a couple of Mafiosoâs. I said we were under cover checking out mafia strong holds for Whitey.â âYouâre an idiot! No wonder they were laughing at you. You sound stupid.â âThey were more interested in why you werenât coming over. I told them you were the strong silent type.â Tom punched Andy in the arm. âMan you really sound like a jerk. Letâs go, we got three more stops on the orange then we walk from there.â They got off the train at Haymarket square, walked to the street and made their way into the neighborhood. It was a sunny summer day. The train rumbled underneath their feet as it departed from the station. Both boys had on shorts and t- shirts. Tom had on a Red Sox shirt to match his hat. Andy wore an addidas soccershirt from his travel team. They looked normal enough, but as they entered the neighborhood, it was clear they looked out of place. âGet the directions.â said Tom âI memorized them so we wouldnât look dumb. We donât need a map anyway itâs only a few turns.â âLook at all this shitâ said Tom. The north end of the city was another world unto itself. Unlike the stores in Southie, they all had displays outside. Piles of pears and apples sat in the sun, baskets of strawberries stayed the shade. The butcher had actual pigs and ducks hanging in the window. All the kids had dark complexsions to match their black and brunette hairdos. âThat is fucking gross.â Tom stood at the window staring at a duck hanging from a hook in the window. Itâs head hung dangling with its eyes open and still. Two ancient ladies emerged yelling and laughing in some foreign language. Andy and Tom exchanged wide eyed glances. âCome on itâs up here. Weâre almost there. You got the cash, right. Theyâre gonna give us a list. We tell them how many of each we want, give them the money and hope they get the order right. Westchester said donât even look in the bags till youâre out of the park.â Andy said. âWhat if they try to stiff us?â Said Tom âThere isnât much we could do is there? Theyâre frickinâ mafia guys. Do you want to argue about what you got and didnât get with them? Plus, I donât think they want it getting around that they stiff kids. How would they make money if people are too scared that they might get ripped off?â âI guess your rightâ said Tom The two boys rounded the corner; a few small children were throwing a tennis ball off one of the red brick apartment buildings. Everything in the neighborhood was aged, but clean and tidy. The buildings all had open window revealing the tenants inside. Some of the rooftops had gargoyles or lions keeping watch on the street. Old men with funny caps and slacks sat by the stoops playing checkers and watching the boys walk by. As they came upon the park they stopped for a minute and leaned against the tall chain link fence to survey the scene. The sun was shone down at them, the shade of the buildings was replaced by an open courtyard. Near the fence a few young boys played basketball, across the court a few younger kids played wiffel ball. On the far side of the park next to the jungle gym were two young mothers with their babies. A few older kids, probably students, sat at a bench across from the monkey bars. An older guy came jogging around the corner with two large brown grocery bags. He stopped and handed the bags to the students. They both got up and left as the man made his way over to the two women. He was dressed in a green warm-up suit, the same one the Celtics wore before games. âThatâs gotta be the man.â Said Andy. âWell letâs do this and get out of here. Iâm starving, all this food all over the place. Iâm sure we can get a good slice somewhere around here. We can stop and eat and check the bags too.â Said Tom. âAlright letâs go.â Said Andy. The boys made their way over to the man and two women on the far side of the park. None of the kids paid any attention to them. As they approached one of the young mothers pointed at them. The man in the green outfit turned to size them up. âWhat. What do you two want?â said the man before they could speak. He asked as if didnât have time for strangers. âWe were told we could get fireworks at this park.â Said Andy. âOh yeah, who told you that?â He smiled and looked towards the two women. Both women smirked. One was in a white tube top, the other wearing a tight blue collared shirt. Andy looked at Tom, âA friendâ said Tom. The man looked behind them to another man who had come up behind them. âThese two micks wanna buy some fire crackers or something.â. Silently the second man passed each of them a small piece of paper with a typed list. The kind of betting sheet you get for football games in high school. Each column listed different types of fireworks and was followed by a space. The boys sat at the bench across from the ladies. The two men looked over the boyâs shoulders. The second man was all of 300 lbs and older. What he lacked in hair on his head he made up for on his arms and his exposed chest. âNo, No. You gotta write down how many you want. You donât just check the space you dummies.â said the younger of the two. The second man, still without a word, handed them two more sheets. Tom caught himself staring at the enormous chest of the woman wearing the tube top. He looked up to see her frowning at him. The boys completed the list and handed them to the younger man. âGimme your back packs.â He scanned the two pieces of paper âOkay thatâs gonna be seventy five bucks. How far you two going? You gonna be able to carry all this?â The fist guy looked to the second, âAnthony, there gonna have firework bustinâ out of the seems of these bags.â He was met with a shrug. âAlright Iâll give you a couple bags. Seventy five, Cough it up.â Tom handed him the money from several different pockets. It was exactly the amount they had figured on. The man added the bills to a huge roll he took out from his pocket. âWhy donât you go play wiffel ball or something? Iâll be back in about ten minutes.â Instead of going over to baby-sit, the boys went over to the bench where they had spotted the previous customers. âI canât wait. I canât wait to put on a show up at the pond. What are you gonna save.â Tom asked. He was beaming with excitement. âWell if youâre gonna blow all yours up. Iâll probably just sell all of them.â Said Andy âIâm not gonna blow all of them. Just like we said, sell enough to make it a free run at least.â Said Tom. âHell if they go quick, we might have time enough to come back. Maybe make some money.â âWeâll see; I just hope they get the order right. The 4th is only a couple weeks away. Iâm sure weâre not the only ones besides Westchester to make this trip. Who knows if there will be anything left next week.â Said Andy âWhy donât you go ask fat Tony over there? The strong silent type, just like you.â âCuz I donât want to. The less he knows about us the better.â âIâm gonna ask him.â Said Tom. He made his way back over to the Picnic table where the older and bigger of the two men was sitting with the two women. âExcuse me, sir?â said Tom âI was wondering if you guys think youâre gonna have anything left next week?â The man turned around to face Tom with an annoyed look on his face. He was holding one of the babies in his meaty , hairy arm. âDonât know.â âWe were thinking that we could come back for some of our friends. But not if thereâs nothing left.â Tom said. âI donât know kid. The Holidayâs almost here. Weâll have something for youâ âAlright thanks. Cute kid. I just got a baby sister. Nine pounds, my dad said thatâs pretty bigâ Tom said The man gave Tom a small smile and turned back around. Tom went back to the bench to wait with Andy. Andy sat there watching the kids play wiffel ball. âWhat did he say?â âHe said that his daughter over there thinks your hot stuff.â Said Tom âThe one with the kid or the one with the huge boobs?â âThe boobs. He said heâd give you a free gross of rockets if you went over there and squeezed them.â âThat would be the last thing I ever did.â âSerious, he said if you went over there and milked âem a little heâd hook you up.â âWhatever, here comes our man.â Tom turned around to see the Celtics fan coming towards them with his hands full of bags. He dropped them in front of the two boys. âAlright get out of here. Come again.â He said âIs there going to be anything left next week?â Tom asked. âWhat are planninâ on selling these? Donât be cutting in on our business.â He said with a smirk. âNo, I told your friend we might come back for our friends.â Said Tom âWeâll have something to sell you.Now get out of here.â Andy and Tom gathered up the bags and left. Each had a backpack full. Tom carried one extra shopping bag. Andy had two. Tom opened the grocery bag and started jumping when he looked inside. âI havenât seen this many jumping jacks ever. This is fucking cool.â Andy couldnât help but smile himself. It had been his idea to go in town and buy the fireworks. He had seen Jimmie Westchesterâs closet full of any kind of fireworks you wanted. Westchester was using them on the Holiday up at his parentâs lake house. Andy had thought to get some for himself since he wasnât invited to the lake. Tom had come up with the idea of selling some for spending cash on the 4th. âIâm gonna light up the sky.â âHold on a second. I have to re-adjust. These bags arenât light.â Said Andy. âFine, letâs just go over there to the ally and count em upâ Tom said. âIâm sure he just put a bunch in a bag we can sort out whose is whose.â The boys took a few steps into the ally and put down the bags. They began to rifle through their newly acquired armory. They traded bricks of jumping jacks and packs of roman candles. Bottle rockets and mortar rounds were passed back and forth. They each became overwhelmed with excitement. âWhatâs up guys?â Tom turned around and was met with a punch in the face. Andy jumped up; he was stopped by two Hispanic kids. Two El Salvadorians from East Boston. One was tall and a little fat, the other of average build and holding a knife at Andy. It was a small, cheap pocket knife. âSo weâre just gonna take these bags. You shut up and I wonât stab your pale ass.â the smaller of the two said. âGet up!â the fat kid grabbed Tom and pulled him up. He pushed him against the wall. âFuck you, you fat bastard.â Tom said. âTalk like that again and Iâll mess you up.â âYouâre not gonna get out of this neighborhood, as soon as you drop that knife and pick those bags up Iâm gonna kick your fucking ass.â Said Tom. âWhat is your problem? Those guys around the corner will kill you for this.â Andy added. âWeâre not worried about that. You two are just in the wrong place at the right time for us. Weâre gonna take your bags and any money you have.â âWe just spent all our money asshole.â Said Tom. The bigger of the two boys started to laugh. Tom surprised everyone and kicked him in the crotch. The boy doubled over. As he jumped back Tom was caught on the arm by the smaller boy. In one swift movement he sliced at Toms arm, kicked him to the ground and swiped at Andy to back him off. âThat was not smart. Get up!â he said. The larger kid got up scowling at Tom âWhat should we do?â he asked. âTake off your pants!â said the little guy. âFuck you Zorro. Iâm not down with that shit. You can stab my ass before you get to see me naked.â Andy said. The fat kid punched Andy in the gut sending him to the street. He picked him back up and did it again. Andy gasped for breath and looked at Tom who was beginning to look scared. âNow take your pants off. Iâm not a fucking weirdo. Iâm gonna take your pants so you canât chase after us, and because you decided to make it hard. Now take off your fucking pants!â Andy got up and pulled off his pants reluctantly. He looked of at Tom who was bleeding and shaken. Tom simply shook his head. âJust take of your pants and weâll leave. If not, weâre going to take your stuff and beat the crap out of you.â The fat boy said. Tom turned around and pulled his pants down. The fat kid took both pairs of pants. Tom remained turned towards the ally. His pale bare ass out for all to see. The two boys started laughing out loud. They even managed to get Andy to smirk at the situation.Tomâs head hung low. The two boys began gathering the fireworks. âSince when do you go commando?â Andy asked Tom. âShut up.â Tom said. âWhat the hell is going on over hear?â from the top of the ally The younger of the two men looked over the scene. âHey you two, what the hell are you doing back here. I told you if I saw you again Iâd beat your ass then tell your old man what you were up to.â The two boys exchanged a quick glance and simultanously made a dash down the alley. The fatter of the two grabbed at Toms pants and almost fell over himself laughing as he ran away. The smaller of the two grabbed one of the bags filled with fireworks as he took off. The man yelled after them but made no real effort to stop them. He started laughing when he saw Tomâs bare ass and red face. âWhat the hell are you two doing with your pants down?â âWe got jumped. He had a knife and we didnât know what to do.â said Andy. âHe got your pants too. Huh, kid?â Tom just stared at the ground not knowing how to respond. The firewoks man was biting his lip to keep from laughing. âSo what do we do now? He has no pants and they stole some of our fireworks.â Andy said. âHey, I canât do anything about your fireworks. Like I told you. Come back next week weâll have something for you. If Iâm around Iâll throw you a bone, a free brick of black cats or something. Iâll get him some shorts, then you guys gotta get the hell out of here. And it would serve you not to go around tellinâ everybody about what happened. You understand?â The man left and came back with the older man, Anthony. Hehad a pair of gym shorts skimpy enough for a cheerleader. âThese belong to my sister but itâs all your gonna get.â Tom made no protest. He kept silent until they got home and called for a ride. Aside from a few sideways glances at Tomâs attire we made the rest of the trip without incident. The story remained a secret between the two boys. In a week Andy and Tom had all but forgotten the episode as they threw jumping jacks at the girls and sent bottle rockets up into the air over the lake. |