ABQ- Episode Nine- The Night is still Young

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If you missed Episode one thru eight They are all in the Sandbox. And have provided the links as well.
Episode 1- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=852037
Episode 2- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=860786
Episode 3- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=872510
Episode 4- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=879098
Episode 5 http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=885633
Episode 6- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=905614
Episode 7- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=925055
Episode 8- http://www.eccie.net/showthread.php?t=940471

Otherwise none of this is going to make any fuckin sense. Drama...aint no drama like what ABQ has gone thru. Feel me? I suffer from dramaitis.
Disclaimer…. This is for entertainment purposes only anything else that happens between the author and the reader is purely fictional in nature. This is a purely fictional dramatic tale End of Disclaimer.

This aint no PG rated post- Some aspects of this episode have actually occured.
Only a few more episodes left.

10:57PM
I walk back out to catwalk where Pete is still slinging away. He turns to me
“Damn….dude what the fuuuuuuk happened to you.? Pete asks as my blood is still running down from my lip which seems busted as well as a nice shiner on my right eye.

“Ran into that fuckin retired US Marshall again and he thinks it is open season on me. So I let him get some whacks in and did not retaliate at all.”

“Why the fuck not. I would of clocked him again. And is that what took you so long cause you out here leaving me hanging doing the work of two people. Yeah serious cheddar but damn ese help a white boy out once in a while.”

“At this point why. I beat the shit out of this guy and he still comes after me time and time again. He is a bloodhound, thirty for the ABQ smell to hunt down. I told him to give me 48 hours and I will settle this with him once and for all.”
Yo…dude like whatcha gonna do about it?”

“You got me. Cmon I cannot find Cabron so lets take a few hours off, go get some tequila and chill at a strip club. This day has been strange indeed.” I tell Pete.
“About time I got some rest been out here baking all day and slingin. Yo bitch that takes its toll on a white boy.

11:48PM

Here we are at Cheetahs strip club and boy ya gotta love Vegas as this place is open 24 hours a day. And packed like a someofbitch. Plenty of T&A to look at. There are almost as many ladies as guys. If you can't find one you like here then something is seriously wrong. Topic of conversation as some strippers stop by to me is what happened to my face and of course do you want a dance or go private. It is Nice, medium-size room, one main stage and two more throughout the club. There is also a big screen TV. A lot of girls are walking around topless. Ahhh only in Vegas. The music is pretty good also. Currently drinking another shot of Patron for me and another girl named Diamond who is a tall white girl with bits and bolts. I stop at they are playing “Mercy” and what the hell I start to sing along. Kanye West, Big Sean and Pusha T along with their Def Jam label-mate, southern rapper 2 Chainz.

Diamond is also taking a shot of Patron and listening to me sing. “You are actually a pretty good singer. You know 2 Chainz actually went VIP with me once.” She states rather proudly.


“2 Chainz is a homie of mine. 2 Chainz (formerly Tity Boi), is an American hip hop recording artist from College Park, Georgia. He was first known for being one-half of the southern hip hop duo Playaz Circle, alongside his longtime friend and fellow rapper, Earl "Dolla Boy" Conyers. They are perhaps best known for being signed to Ludacris' Disturbing tha Peace label, as well as their debut single "Duffle Bag Boy".

In February 2012, Epps signed a solo record deal with Def Jam Records, an imprint of Universal Music Group. The following August, he released his debut studio album Based on a T.R.U. Story, to mixed reviews. The album spawned three successful singles: "No Lie", "Birthday Song", and "I'm Different"; all of which charted in the top 50 of the Billboard Hot 100 and were all certified Gold or higher by the RIAA, along with the album being certified Gold. His second studio album B.O.A.T.S. II: Me Time was released on September 11, 2013. It was supported by the singles "Feds Watching", "Where U Been?" and "Used 2".

Did you know that fans alike have speculated the pseudonym "Tity Boi", was meant to be derogatory towards women, although he repeatedly denied such accusations. In early 2011, he decided to change his stage name to 2 Chainz, as he perceived it to be more "family friendly.” He told me that himself. There was a part of me that had much respect that on one night when we both got completely fucked up I said I was changing my name to 3 Chainz.”

After sucking on Diamond’s large tits for a minute up in VIP based on all the cheddar we made today it was her turn to take the stage. I look at Pete who I can tell as taken at least one Cheetos puff and is higher than the Sears Tower right now. He is also smoking a cigar and have three hot chicks sitting next to him. One latina is on his lap, a black girl on the other and a white girl getting her buzz on with a jager bomb.

A few minutes later a petite girl decides to plant her ass on my leg and tell me her shift is over. Her name is Cody. She tells me she is half black and half white. I nod as drink another Patron shot as I stop and tell her “Well look at that got some more 2 chainz going on up in here. The song is Beez in the Trap" is a song by American hip hop recording artist Nicki Minaj featuring fellow American rapper 2 Chainz. It serves as the fourth single from her second studio album, Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded, preceded by "Starships" and "Right by My Side". So ole ABQ cannot help himself as I start rapping. After ordering this girl Cody a few drinks she whsipers this I my ear. “I am hungry go take me to get something to eat.”
I am cool where I am at but also a bit hungry so think why the fuck not. “Sounds tight.”
I tell Pete I am going with this girl and be back for a few hours. He only nods as he is higher than the sky right now.

1:08AM

We ended up eating at Peppermill Restaurant and fireside Lounge which is also open 24/7. We both decided on the breakfast which was huge but a big smile came on ABQ’s face as the pretty waitresses all had on skimpy skirts. Ahh just another reason to love Vegas. After some bullshitting was kinda wondering what will happen next. I thought she was ok looking. Her boobs were sagging for a girl that may have been twenty tops, kind of pretty but by no means smoking hot. I agreed to take her cause ABQ was hungry too. But I wanted to get back to the club and hang out with Pete some more and look at boobies. Want me to tell you what is so great about big boobs. Is that everyone likes them straight guys, gay guys, bisexual women and even lesbians. Gotta love that shit.

2:10AM

As we get into Jeep Cherokee rental this is the first words out of her mouth. “That will be 700.00 dollars.” During eating she told me her real name was Nichole. I take a moment and make sure I hear right as not once did she mention me paying her to go eat. All of like an hour.

“What did you say?”
“You owe me 700.00 fuckin dollars.”
“For what?”
“My company as I do not come cheap.” I say this and begin driving. “You ask me to take you out to eat and you want me to give you money.”

“That’s right bitch. I want my damn money. So where we going.”

“I am taking your skank ass back to the club and you aint getting a dime from me. You had your chance to tell me you charge for your time and you did not say a damn word.”

“All I know is you better give me my seven hundred fucking dollars before we get back to the club or you will regret it. You half wit, dumbass cheap as a motherfucker.” She is now actually screaming. But ABQ is trying to stay calm thinking she took her sweet time in the bathroom. Maybe she did some coke or some meth.

“You be lucky if I throw a dollar your way you fucking bug. You are probably high on some brake fluid and shiz. I tell her.

“Do not make me call my boys to beta the fuck out of you. No good wanna be wanksta that is broke as hell bitch.” Her screaming gets only louder but I continue to drive.\

“You come across as a low life cell warrior. Do you think I am scared of anyone that wants to dance on the blacktop with ABQ? Your ass be dipping in the Kool Aid a bit too much for my taste. So I say this once shut the fuck out and stop screaming. You little bitch!” ABQ is kinda getting ticked off here.

“What the fuck are you saying. And your ass looks like you got the shit kicked out of you. You are lucky I do not beat you the fuck up. You ghetto piece of crap, loser with no job or money.” She says this as in her hand is a cell phone charger. I guess that is all she gotz and shiz.

“If you do not shut your motherfuckin mixed ass trap up right now I am going to do some Diesel Therapy on you. So consider this your last fire on the line warning.” She is now screaming in her phone to a friend of hers. Saying some dick owes me seven hundred motherfuckin dollars.

ABQ agitation is now rising. As this bitch still will not stop screaming. “Do not make me bring in the grandma’s on this so again shut the fuck off. I am doing my best to hold the mud on you. You’re bitch ass is pushing me and that is not a good thing. I so want to do a jack mack on your azz but you got a more gentle and at ease ABQ otherwise I would drop your ass on the motherfuckin street.”

“You no good piece of loser no money garbage and you are going to give me my money or I will beat it outs ya.” She is off the phone and I am laughing so hard that I stomp on the brakes. Nichole slowly moves forward not caring she is not wearing a seat belt.

“See you azz lucky we are in a residential area and not on a highway right now. But tell me where is the meth you took? You put it in the safe? Packing the rabbit? You know what you are as ABQ now raising his voice. You are a monkey mouth. And for all I know you probably have the monster. Your azz deserves to be with some hats and bats you piece of shit.”

“All I know when we get to the club my boys will be ready for you. Why is it taking so fucking long to get there motherfucker?
“I am taking the scenic route bitch. So you ride with your boyz huh. You messed with the wrong guy. You aint nothing but some serious road kill.”

“Broke ass motherfucker gangasta wannabe bitch ass.” That is all she has now still screaming at the top of her lungs. “Hurry the fuck up you ugly piece of garbage.”

“You are the biggest bitch I have come across in a long time and that is saying something. A stainless steel ride would be too good for you. So go ahead and have your phantom boys three knee deep me biatch! You are too busy sellin wolf tickets your brain can’t cash.” With that I call up Pete.

He answers and I put him on speaker. “Yo Pete this bitch ass skank wants 700 bucks from me. For doing shiz nothing more than taking her for a bite to eat. All she is doing Is bring back the ole ABQ and that is not good.”
“Yo ole ABQ is back about fuckin time. Lose the bitch as she aint worth it. I heard her say nothing about money. She is trying to scam you.”

“If this loser ass no money wansta wanna be aint gonna give me my money then I am coming to the club and you certaintly will.” Nichole says screaming.

“Bitch please. You aint getting a damn dime from me.” With that Nichole grabs the phone from me and ends the call.

“I dare you to do that again.” I tell her and forcefully grab the phone. I see a gas station and pull up and over to the side. I then shut off the car and get out of it. I walk quickly to the other side and open the door. “Get out bitch…now!” All of a sudden she stays quiet so I reach in and lift her up and walk her to the side of the gas station. She is taking a picture of my car and license plate as I continue to carry her. She punches my in the neck.

“That is a rental car you stupid lying bitch!” I sit her ass down and before leaving want to sing a little somethin something for her.

“You aint nothing but a hoodrat whining all the time.

Bitchin all the motherfuckin time
Well you ain’t never amount to shit and you aint getting no money from me
Well they said you was semi high-classed
Well, that was just a damn lie
Yeah they said you was high-classed
Well, that was just a damn lie
Well, you ain't never caught a good man
And you ain't nothing but some skank bitch
You aint nothing but a hoodrat whining all the time.”
With that I drop a dollar on her and leave.

“Fuck what a waste of my motherfuckin time I yell at her. I call Pete. “I dropped her azz off at a gas station let her figure out a way to get home. Finish up what you are doing and meet me outside. Lets go to the OG.”

2:48AM

I get back to Cheetah’s parking lot still pissed the fuck off. e not see Pete as I begin walking to the club. Right then a gun is pointing right at my temple. “Hello Rodrigo nice to finally meet you.” I turn around slowly and have never seen this man before. He looks like a cross between Napoleon Dynamite and Vanilla Ice. ‘Do I know you?” I ask. Five seconds later Pete has a gun to the back of his head. Reluctantly he lower his pistol aimed at my head.

We both tell him to get in the car. He sits in the passenger next to me as Pete has a gun to the back of his head. I drive off leaving his club. And ohh what a night it has been so far.

I look at him and ask ‘Just who the fuck are you?”

“I am in charge of corporate security at Frito Lay corporation.” Pete and I both bust out laughing.

“Are you serious? You look more like a sidekick to a Carrot top show than some hired goon.” I tell him matter of factly. “Nights like this I wish I had my low rider to mess with scum like you.”

“I may only be five foot eight and weight about 160 but I have been bullied my whole life and you know why I am so good at what I do? Being a master in Kung fu, Tai Chi, Aikido and a few others I rather not get into. I can kill a man in over a hundred different ways with just my hands and feet so you think someone pointing a gun to the back of my neck is going to scare me? So let me ask you something Rodrigo I cannot get to the Cartel for stealing that truck in El Paso. But your ass is mine and you are going down one way or another.

“Rodrigo? Pete asks.
“Yeah so that is my real first name.”
“So where is it at?”
“The truck somewhere in Mexico. Maybe burned to the ground by now. I do not know.

“We have the video tape of you two scumbags and Frito lay is going to press charges. Actually the board of directors told me to find you, hunt you down and kill the both of you.

Pete then pistol whips the corporate security guy. “That is my version of Kung Fu asshole.”

“Fucking Cheetos may after all come back to bite me in the ass.” I tell Pete as I continue driving. Thinking maybe it was not such a good idea to steal that truck.

Frito-Lay North America is the division of PepsiCo that manufactures, markets and sells corn chips, potato chips and other snack foods. The primary snack food brands produced under the Frito-Lay name include Fritos corn chips, Cheetos cheese-flavored snacks, Doritos and Tostitos tortilla chips, Lay's potato chips, Rold Gold pretzels, Ruffles potato chips and Walkers potato crisps (Europe)—each of which generated annual worldwide sales over $1 billion in 2009.

Frito-Lay began in the early 1930s as two separate companies, The Frito Company and H.W. Lay & Company. The two merged in 1961 to form Frito-Lay, Inc. Four years later, in 1965, Frito-Lay, Inc. merged with the Pepsi-Cola Company, resulting in the formation of PepsiCo, Inc. Since that time, Frito-Lay has operated as a wholly owned subsidiary of PepsiCo. Through Frito-Lay, PepsiCo is the largest globally distributed snack food company in the world, with sales of its products in 2009 comprising 40 percent of all "savory snacks" sold in the United States and 30 percent of the non-U.S. market. Frito-Lay North America accounts for 31 percent of PepsiCo's annual sales.

In the early 1980s, PepsiCo continued to grow its Frito-Lay brands in two ways—through international expansion and acquisition. Through a joint-venture with Walkers, a U.K. chip and snack manufacturing company, Frito-Lay increased its distribution presence in Europe. Similar joint-ventures were arranged in other regions of the world in the 2000s, including Smith's in Australia, and Sabritas and Gamesa in Mexico. As a result of these international arrangements, some global Frito-Lay products (such as Doritos) are branded under the same name worldwide. Others maintain their original regional names. For example, Lay's chips are a similar product to Walkers Crisps in the U.K. and both share similar logo designs.

The Quaker Oats Company merged with PepsiCo in 2001, resulting in Quaker snacks products, including Chewy granola bars and Quaker rice cakes, becoming organized under the Frito-Lay North America operating division. This operating structure was short-lived, and in 2003, as part of a restructuring, the international operations of Frito-Lay (formerly Frito-Lay International) were brought within the PepsiCo International division, while Frito-Lay North America was maintained as its own division, comprising Frito-Lay business within the United States and Canada.


Frito-Lay continued to experiment with changes to the composition of its products, introducing Reduced Fat Lay's and Cheetos in 2002. The "Baked" product line also expanded in 2002 to include Baked Doritos. In 2003, Frito-Lay introduced the first products in its "Natural" line, which were made with ingredients that had been organically produced. The first of these included Organic Blue Corn Tostitos, Natural Lay's Potato Chips (seasoned with sea salt), and Natural Cheetos White Cheddar Puffs.

A new CEO, Irene Rosenfeld, was appointed in 2005. Under her management, Frito-Lay North America continued to expand its product lines with acquisitions such as Stacy's Pita Chip Company, which represented "Frito-Lay's desire to participate more broadly in the $90 billion macrosnack category", particularly involving snack foods made with more natural ingredients,[24] according to reports from within its industry at that time. In 2010, Frito-Lay reformulated Lay's Kettle and Lay's flavored chips into a new variant labeled as being made with all-natural ingredients. Sales of Lay's potato chips grew by 8% following the change to all-natural ingredients. As a result, Frito-Lay announced in 2010 its plans to convert approximately half of all Frito-Lay products, including Sun Chips, Tostitos, Fritos and Rold Gold pretzels, to all-natural ingredients in 2011.

“So what are we going to do ABQ?” Pete asks somewhat scared.

I pull over to the side. Watching as no cars are coming and pop open the trunk. Pete and I put the Frito Lay/Pepsico guy in the trunk. He awakens and starts talking.

“I Know exactly what you have been doing with our Cheetos puffs.” He looks at Pete you do not remember me I bought a bag from you earlier.”

“Lets just say sales were good today and that I saw a lot of people.” Was Pete’s retort.

“Your product is horrible and insulting.”

Pete grabs a bag from the back seat and throws it in the car. “There eat a few as we go on a drive then give us your thoughts asswipe.” With that I slam the trunk shut.

3:51AM

“What the fuck are we going to do?” Pete asks. “drop him off in the desert?”

“Nah I have something better in mind for him.” I can still hear the banging in the back as Pete still has the gun pointed toward the back seat.

“Want to share it with me?”

“We are going to meet up with Cabron. But it is not something I can tell you you can to see it for yourself. But above all else Pete do not get scared.”

“What the fuck do you mean by that? And for that matter why do you go by ABQ when your name is Rodrigo?”

“We all have secrets some much scarier and weirder than others. You are about to see Cabron’s your new buddy buddy up close and personal and it aint pretty.” I say shaking my head. Ahhhhh only in Vegas homies.

Episode Ten- The Club

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Old school ABQ came out in this episode. For those unfamiliar with old school ABQ he had his own vocabulary. And has not been heard from since March of last year. So there is a section in this episode where there may be some phrases that no one knows so I am here to offer you some down and dirty definitions and shiz.

Some of the dialogue in this episode was much more profane and out there so ABQ had no choice but to be politically correct in certain instances.

Brake fluid: Psychiatric meds.

Cell Warrior: Someone that puts on a tough front or runs their mouth but is submissive or cowardly when interacting with other people in the open

Dance on the blacktop: To get stabbed.

Diesel Therapy: A lengthy bus trip or car ride or even an incorrect destination, used as punishment or to get rid of troublesome people
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Dipping in the Kool Aid: Attempting to enter a conversation the person has no place in or is not welcome in.

Fire on the Line: A warning—“to shut the fuuuuuuuk up!

Grandma’s: Or Grandma’s House, Headquarters or meeting place, or the crib of the gang leader

Hold your mud: To resist informing or snitching even under threat of punishment or violence.

Keister: To hide drugs in one’s rectum. Also known as “taking it to the hoop,” “putting it in the safe”and “packing the rabbit.”

Monkey Mouth: A person who goes on and on about nothing

Monster: HIV. Also known as “the Ninja

Ride with: To do favors for a person, often including sexual ones, in exchange for protection.

Stainless Steel Ride: Death by lethal injection

Three Knee Deep: To stab someone so that they’re injured, but not killed, usually as a warning.

Wolf Tickets: To talk tough or challenge others, without any intent to back it up with action or violence, as in “He’s just selling wolf tickets.”

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Episode 10 should be up in a few days as we start to wind up to the conclusion. The next episode is out there to say the least. And the way it looks yep very long. May rival or even surpass Episode six in terms of length. Sorry about them mi peeps.

ABQ"s walls are starting to crumble around him. The US Marshall has returned to Vegas, corporate security from Frito Lay has located ABQ for the stealing of the truck. On top of that he is still dealing with the repercussions of giving the organization that must not be named his recipe. More drama than a show on Bravo.