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« on: January 10, 2007, 12:20:27 am »


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Hi Readers,

In all of 2007, I've entertained many of you with a good part of the abridged version of Murda/ Urban Gangstas.  Nearly all of you know that the story is currently offline for revisions. Below are the first ten chapters of the story. After that, please go to my website for more information. Thanks.



This is a very dark, gritty and different kind of urban tale.
It's also a coming-of-age story.

Many of the situations involve juvenile justice, the cocaine cartel,
man-woman relationships, family violence, abortion, spiritual and gender
orientation preferences, various addictions, and the politics of poverty.
Characters, like real people, are emotionally complex and have many
points of view. There is also depth and humor in this mystery story.
In short, it's a feast for the thinking person.

Don't bother to buckle up.  It won't save you.  
Now let's ride with the Bad Boys...[/COLOR][/SIZE][/FONT]


By Vita Noble, c2007 - 2008 [/B]


My name is Raheem. I run the dope game in this city.

I need to order a hit. It's about time to punch Crazy 8's clock.
Lemme see how my best dealer handles it.

His name is Ronnie,
and I'll send him with a regular from my hit squad.

It'll be fun to see what happens.




We found him where I knew he'd be, 'cause I know him well. He's a friend.

"Death is free, homie, but not the crack rock," Pitbull said to Crazy 8,
"but your homeboy Ronnie wants me to show you mercy.
You get two hours to get all the cheeze you owe Raheem."




Another black-on-black crime in another 'hood.




"Oh no!  Daddy's dead!"  




Chan's as law-abiding as they come and even works a 9 to 5. I've known
him from back in the day when I was locked up in juvenile for a burglary.
He wasn't bad or hard.  He was stuck there on a lame weed possession
charge because he had a lame free public attorney who barely knew his
name in court and a judge who was locking up everyone that day.

Chan was a light-weight, pretty gay boy of mixed black and Asian
ancestry who didn't know anyone or belong to a crew. Once in juvie,
he tried to fake that he was straight so he wouldn't get raped.

Other people's problems aren't usually a concern of mine,
but he was my new cellmate and asked for help.

"Ronnie," he said on his second night, "I'm scared here.
I don't know nobody, and one guy, well, he gives me the creeps.
A couple others been looking at me funny too, like they
wanna get with me. Can you watch my back?"

"Nuh-uh," I replied.

I was trying to go to sleep. Screw him and his dumb-assed problems.
Let him fight his own battles.

"Why not?", he demanded.

"Too much trouble," I answered.
"Gangbanging and burglaries are my thang, not bodyguarding."

"Can I join your gang? Just while I'm in juvie?"

I laughed and went to sleep.

The next day I walked in on three loser slimeballs who had dragged Chan
into the bathroom. They were just getting started to party with his body. He was
terrified, and shoulda been. They were planning to pull a train on him.

I had done some bad things in my life, but I ain't never been
down with rape. I also didn't think much of the azzholes who had him
cornered.  I had mercy and placed him under my protection.

I lied, saying he was mine,
and they'd have to fight me for him or back off.

They did, and suddenly I was somebody's hero.

We ran into each other almost three years ago. I was waiting
in line at the movie theatre with a some girl. I don't recall her name.
Chan wanted to know where he could score some good weed.
I told him I could hook him up, and to swing by my crib.

 I have a wide variety of homeboyz and associates, but Chan ain't
nothin' like the usual brothas I chill with. When he came by, I learned
he'd been to community college, works as a hairdresser by day, and bartends
at night. He also reads a lot and volunteers at some clinic  one evening per
week. I became his weed connection. Our frequent contact rekindled our
old juvie friendship. I guess it's all good, 'cause it's opened my mind
to different world. I've learned things from him by association.
We chill about once a month.

Today Chan invited me over for an early dinner.
He can also cook his azz off.

"Ronnie, man, did you hear the news?
Another  drug-related murder last night!  Some crackhead robbed and killed
a man, right in front of his kids! They're going to catch this one. He had a big
dragon snake tattoo on his chest, and he was too dumb to wear a shirt!"

I instantly knew who did it and why.
I didn't tell this to Chan. He has no idea I'm still playin' the gangbang game,
only that I bring him the best cannabis money can buy.  




I hooked up with Pittbull after I left Chan's. He ain't my friend,
just one of Raheem's killas on the hit squad. I don't do murders.
My specialty is numbers and negotiating deals.

Pitbull said, "Ronnie, we got paid, so stop sweatin' it.
The heat ain't gonna be on us, and they ain't gonna be working too hard to
figure out who murked that rent-a-cop 'cause they don't really care about one more
dead brotha. Besides, it ain't like we knew what Crazy 8 was gonna do."

He had a point. "We shoulda done him in the first place," he added,
"considering how he lied that he was back to only smoking weed and woos
and Raheem gave him another chance to deal again. We were too nice
and lucky as hell Raheem didn't find out that Eight did the murda, ya know?
He's a fly-under-the-radar kinda gangsta. Next time Crazy 8 messes up, we'll just
deep-six him like we were told. Now roll us a fat jay and chill."




I learned long ago when I was recruited in 7th grade that
gangbanging and drug dealing, like politics, makes for strange relationships.
I learned the game and my eyes don't miss nothing.




I keep my friends close to me, but my enemies closer. Crazy 8 is both,
'cause I love him like a foster brother, but I can't trust him no more, and he
really shouldn't trust me. I'm mad as hell at him for killing that man in front
of his kids. He didn't have to take from them what he never had himself.

I hooked up with him asap at the bar he likes.

"There weren't no kids around when I blew away that security guard,"
Crazy 8 explained. "He was using the ATM machine when I jacked him, and
he had what I needed. Money. He tried to pull his gun on me! It was him or me.
Why you care about him anyway, Ronnie? Y'all didn't care about me,
and he was just a step down from being a cop."

I said, "Whatevah, you lyin', and you know I'll have to put a slug in you if
you short Raheem again. He'll eat us both alive if we F up."

Crazy 8 just smiled. "Don't matter," he replied. "It's a dawg eat dawg world.
Cocaine makes us all cannibals."

I studied him, thinkin' about this. He says stuff like this all the time.

Crazy 8 added, "Let's go hustle pool. Winner gets dinner. I want the ribs 'n fries."

It's a mind thing. He won.




This recent situation totally F's up my head. I try not think about it.
See, I never actually killed nobody before. I've beaten, cut and even shot
rivals who've crossed our crew to keep 'em check, but this recent
assignment to do a hit on a homie was a test that blew my mind.

I'm in it too deep and there's no way out, except taking
 the geographic cure of relocating. This is almost unthinkable
'cause I love my 'hood, and this city is all I've ever known.

Iraq looked good after 9/11, but Uncle Sam took a pass on me after
I admitted I'd been juvenile delinquent and had tried drugs, even though
my test scores were great, especially in math. They so stupid. My late uncle
uncle did all the same knuckle-headed stuff  I did when he was a teen, but
they took him and everybody else for Vietnam. He said it made a man out him,
and he came back a hero.

I ain't a soldier, but I am a soulja - for Raheem's Army.

I chill with a little weed a few times a week but really don't do drugs or drink.
As a dealer, I gotta stay fresh, but more importantly, I like to be alert.
This is critical when you move cocaine by the bricks.
My main escape from stress is music or sleep.

Lately I've been having this cool, recurring dream of being in the Army,
and I'm shooting pool. It beats shooting homeboyz, or them shooting the
innocent. But who knows? Maybe war would be the same as gangbanging,
just with uniforms, killing off the competition and the enemy, with innocent
casualties as part of the game that men have always played.




My name is Kareem. Last week some crunked out thug murdered my
father. In the photo, that's my dad, his girlfriend, me on the floor
in the Ludacris shirt, and my slightly older brother Khalil sittin' next
to me in the blue shirt. You can tell by looking at my father that
he was a genuinely nice person you could trust.

My mama was too from what they say, but she died giving birth to me.
I found out about it accidentally when an aunt ran her mouth, and it hurt like hell.
Aunt Bee, that's what I call her 'cause she's a real B, talked like it was my fault.
 I was only six. My father and my nice aunt had gone to great lengths to protect me
from this awful truth, that my life caused my mama's death.  Even my brother
Khalil, who was eight at the time, cried 'cause he didn't know either.

Daddy said don't mind her, she's had too much to drink
and is just mad she lost her sister.

He was forgiving like that.  I ain't, and don't you forget it.

My father raised us alone and struggled to do it. Like a lot of folks
in our  'hood, I never understood why we were still poor even
though he worked so much. My parents were too rich for welfare and
free health insurance, and too poor to afford health care, which is
another reason my mama died. They could only afford for her to see
a doctor twice when she was pregnant with me, and thought
everything would be okay like it was with my brother. My aunt knew
this, and she had a little money to spare. She shoulda put it where
her mouth is, instead of blaming me for murdering her sister.

I hate her, and those gangstas running the big box stores who cheat
hard working people out of health insurance by only allowing them
to work a lot of part-time hours so they don't have provide it.

They call it a business decision. I call it murda.
What happened to her ain't much different from my father's,
and I hate almost everybody now.

On the night Daddy died, me 'n my brother went to meet him at
his night job where he was a security guard. We heard the gunshots
just before turning the corner, and somehow, I just knew.

We froze. His killer walked away smiling, like he'd been doin' murdas all
his life. All we could do was stand there helplessly until he was outta
sight, or he'd have killed us too. He didn't realize we were his sons or
he'd might have taken our lives too. I don't think he lives around here
'cause nobody knows of a guy with a big dragon serpent tattoo on
his stomach and back. He must be an Eastside crackhead.

Now Khalil and I are split up. He's lucky - he got to move in with our nice aunt.
She said she didn't have space for me, but I think it's 'cause she likes Khalil better.
He's quiet and always into the books. Now I'm stuck with I'm livin' with Aunt Bee.
It's miserable. All I got left is  my brother, memories, a few photos,
and the goal to smoke Dad's killa.

My teacher was right about goals. They're great and give you focus.
That's about all I'll be focusing on until I get him.

I even scratched out the commandment in my bible, 'thou shalt not kill.'
This made my brother cry. I told him it don't apply here.
God didn't care about our parents, me or my 'hood.

I'm gonna join Jamal's crew.
He runs the junior dope boys and his boss is some guy named Raheem.
They gonna be my new family and watch my back.

Khalil says that's wrong. He's decided to be a cop
when he's grown so he can find Daddy's killer.
Bet I'll find the mo-fo faster.

I get jumped in the gang soon, but I'll be fine, 'cause I can fight.
I got heart, and soon, I'll be packing heat, too.

Daddy wouldn't approve if he knew, but he ain't alive to know,
and I'm gonna hunt down the hoodrat that snuffed out his life or die trying.
Part of the old Kareem already died with my dad. This is the brand new me.
And I'll never be scared again.


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Early 2008 - Note: Quite a few of you enjoyed the first part of this story in 2007, and I enjoyed your feedback and learning how to write well. I removed the story off-line both here and at my on site last December, and took a long break. I finally decided to turn this into a real book. Since then, I've been re-writing it from the beginning, and I hope to sell the story. Have had a few nibbles but nothing definitive yet. You can view a very cool slide show of photos from the pics on my homepage, at which will give you hint of future chapters. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me thru my email address there.


Page 1: Raheem (1/2007)
Page 2: Ronnie - Assignment: Kill or Collect From Crazy 8
Page 3: Crazy 8 - Homicide
Page 4: Kareem - Kareem and Khalil's Trauma
Page 5: Ronnie - When The News Is Personal
Page 6: Ronnie - Money Over Morals
Page 7: Ronnie - Political Eyes Miss Nothing
Page 8: Ronnie & Crazy 8 - Cocaine Makes Us All Cannibals
Page 9: Ronnie - Dreams Of Escape
Page 10: Kareem - Choosing The Waterfall

Page 11: Ronnie - Why Angels Fall
Page 12: Crazy 8 - Gettin' Paid & Paybacks
Page 13: Ronnie & Cheena - Perks
Page 14: Raheem - The Waterfall, From Where It All Crashes Down
Page 15: Chilli - Cheating Myself
Page 16: Ronnie, Chan & Cheena - Love or Lust, Keep It Trill, Brotha
Page 17: Junior - Raheem's First Seed
Page 18: Jamal - The Second Son - Snitches Die Hard
Page 19: Junior - Unholy Trinity
Page 20: Ronnie - Three Little Lambs
Page 21: Raheem - Raping His Mind
Page 22: Khalil - Meeting The Devil
Page 23: Junior - I Shall Fear No Evil
Page 24: Raheem - Even When I Lose, I Win
Page 25: Ronnie - Why Are Women So Complicated? (2/01-13/2007)


Page 26: Cheena - The Most Dangerous Place For A Black Male Ain't The Hood, It's The Womb
Page 27: Ronnie - My Longest Night And Why Weed Is the Prozac Of The Ghetto
Page 28: Junior - Family Time is F'ed Up Time
Page 29: Junior - I Am My Brother's Keeper
Page 30: Chan - Ronnie's View: You'll Always Be My Jailhouse B*tch
Page 31: Ronnie - Stupid Sh*t
Page 32: Chan - Wolves, Dogs, Bunny Rabbits And Spiders
Page 33: Raven - A Brand New Me
Page 34: The Witness Is A Rabbit Named Raven
Page 36: Jamal - Locked Up In Juvie: My Awakening To A Nightmare
Page 37: Junior & Jamal - When Elephants Fight, The Grass Gets Hurt

Page 38: Junior - The Color Purple is Part of My Father's Rainbow (2/14/2007)
Page 39: Jamal- Raheem's Lesson: Sink or Swim In the Current of My Corruption (2/14)
Page 40: Junior - The Long Wet Road of Tears to the 12 Steps (2/14)
Page 41: Ronnie - A Date Without Sex Is Like A Steak Without Salt (2/15)
Page 42: Raven - Intentional Blindness ( 2/17)
Page 43: Ronnie - A Walking Contradiction, Comes To A Fork In The Road
Page 44: Junior - The Road To Hell Is Paved With Good Intentions (2/19)
Page 45: Raheem's Assessment - So Crazy He Doesn't Even Know He's Crazy (2/19)
Page 46: Junior - Jamal:The Trickle Down Theory of Murda (2/20)
Page 47: Junior - Crazy Like A Fox (2/20)
Page 48: Chan - We're All Connected By Deception (2/24)
Page 49: Raven - Connected By Fate - I Live In A Little Cape Cod Style House (2/24/2007)
Page 50: Ronnie - Connecting the Dots Connects Us All to Dynamite (2/24/2007)
Page 51: Ronnie - I Can't Believe She's Still Breathing (2/26)


Page 52: Raven - The Cops Ain't In the Babysitting Business (3/01)
Page 53: Chan - We're All Guilty of Something (3/01)
Page 54: Kareem - Finding The Rabbit's Hole (3/01)
Page 55: Raven - Not With a Whimper, But A Bang (3/03/2007)
Page 56: Chan - Bittersweet Justice (3/03/2007)
Page 57: Junior - My Father's Poisoned Fruit Didn't Fall Far From the Tree (3/14)
Page 58: Junior - I Looked To The Sky And I Asked God Why (3/14/2007)
Page 59: Ronnie - Survivors Play 'Em Hard & Land On Their Feet (4-08-2007)
Page 60: Raheem - Junior: Murda Is Like Stepping On Roaches (4/13/2007)
Page 61: Raheem - Thoughts About Solutions To Survival, Over Coffee And Chocolate (4/14/2007)

Page 62: Kareem - Night Sweats - It Ain't My Fault If You're Infected (4/18/2007)
Page 63: Chan - Quicksand Kisses (4/23/2007)
Page 64: Ronnie - Descent Into Hedonism (4/27/2007)
Page 65: Ronnie - A Different Shade of the Color Purple (4/30/2007)
Page 66: Kareem - Even My Doctors Wish I Was Dead (5/04)
Page 67: Ronnie - Falling On Ghetto Land Mines (5/10)
Page 68: Chan - Mother's Day Special: Catching My Lover When He Falls (5/13/2007)
Page 69: Che - Buck Wild And Livin' La Vida Loca (5/20/2007)
Page 70: Cheena - My Enemy Is My Friend (5/25/2007)
Page 71: Ronnie - My Friend Is My Enemy (5/25/2007)


Page 72: Junior & Rita - Always And Forever 9/10/2007)
Part 1, Rita: It's Indestructible (6/16/2007)
Part 2, Jamal: Surfing On The Waves Of Everyone's Corruption (6/19/2007)
Part 3, Raven: Falling In Love With The V.I. (6/19/2007)
Part 4, Junior: Family Love, Ghetto Style (6/21/2007)
Part 5, Ronnie: A Link To My Past & A Strategy For The Present (7/01/2007)
Part 6, Che: Hittin' The Back Door (7/05/2007)
Part 7, Raheem: Even The Devil Has Parenting Problems (7/052007)
Part 8, Chan: Between A Rock and Hard Place (9/02/2007)
Part 9, Raven: The Road Splits In The Courtroom (10/23/2007)
Part 10, Ronnie: I Ain't Telling On Myself (coming)
To be continued....

Note: The characters are a compilation of attitudes and/or situations
I've encountered in my life, family, and work as a black helping professional,
but are not about specific people.  The story is about the subculture
of crime and drugs in black urban neighborhoods, but could be anywhere,
from sea to shining sea. In memory to all my people lost to the lunacy.


Copyright by Vita Noble 2007
All rights are protected by U.S. and International copyright laws.
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« Reply #1 on: January 10, 2007, 06:54:18 pm »

Wow! this is great I'm subscribing to this one right now!

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« Reply #2 on: January 10, 2007, 09:21:07 pm »

Starlucid, thank you for complements!  
Raheem and the crew appreciates that you want to kick it wit 'em again.

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« Reply #3 on: January 17, 2007, 10:52:39 am »

Mom, This is a tight story, and I can tell you've been listening to me and my crew over the years.  I can't wait to see what happens next.  If you get a movie deal, I want to play Jamal.  I can do it too, you know that.  I'll hit your hood tomorrow for your birthday.

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where you need to B-more careful.

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« Reply #4 on: January 17, 2007, 02:48:48 pm »

Whoa! I like that! Though I`ll never understand some specifics. But it`s fascinating. I`ll be watching this story.

Hats off for you, Vita.

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I would like my roses to see you.


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« Reply #5 on: January 18, 2007, 09:04:28 pm »

Just amazing Vita!  I could easily see this as a movie.

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« Reply #6 on: January 29, 2007, 09:57:19 am »

This was a good story..I enjoyed reading it..And the pics are so creative,lol

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« Reply #7 on: January 31, 2007, 05:20:24 am »

oh my this was a sad sad update. It's almost like a freight train to disaster.  Especially that chapter on his girlfriend first getting pregnant, abortion then prostitution really sucks because he actually appears to love her in his own way...incredible writing as usual. Looking forward to the next chapter

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« Reply #8 on: February 01, 2007, 07:16:50 am »

Thanks Dinki, Applekissis, Beosboxboy, Ali and Starlucid, and others (you know who you are). So far I PM everyone personally (or email when they prefer) who leaves a comment, because feedback is a gift that makes me want to continue giving.  

Starlucid - Hugs and appreciation for your encouragement!  On your last comment, yes, the endless miscommunication between people leads to disasters... on a personal and social level.  This is the heart of the story, Ronnie and Cheena could be the poster couple for how men and women think about relationships differently (the war of the sexes), especially when they're young, but so could Raheem and his Junior over religious differences and values (social vs. antisocial).  Conflict is an opportunity to grow. But it ain't easy and it ain't over. Heh-heh-heh.

Applekissis - Glad you enjoyed the photos as well... Many came from game play, but I had to put a lot of time in others setting up scenes to match the story.  It actually takes more time to do this than to create/write the story.

I thank Beosboxboy (again) for recoloring Marvine's Slim Body Builder (SBB) suits for me into amazing Gangsta Suits, and the tip on how to use Adobe Photoshop better which helped me to recolor one (see below).  This also helped me learn how to do special effects in photos with Adobe.  He plans to do more so keep an eye out for his amazing outfits.

Dinki - Thanks again from my heart, from one writer to another.

Ali - (my son) Thanks for helping me keep it real and keeping them hard... although you'd consider Ronnie is a bit soft in his reaction to Cheena's playin' him and losing her and their baby.  Word up brotha, he's human. (smile)

For my readers who don't know, the anti-hero gangsta who you love to hate, Raheem, is wearing a first recoloration by me where I use Adobe and the polygonal lasso tool, available here, along with links to Beosboxboy's suits:

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« Reply #9 on: February 01, 2007, 07:38:59 am »

I can't wait to read more . Your very good writer

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« Reply #10 on: February 01, 2007, 09:09:05 am »

Wow, it took me a while to read the whole story, but great job! Cheesy

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« Reply #11 on: February 01, 2007, 10:24:34 am »

Awesome story! I luv it! Cheesy
The whole idea was a bit confusing at first, figuring out who all the characters were and that, but now it's really getting interesting. Keep going! ^^

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« Reply #12 on: February 01, 2007, 11:33:34 am »

This is a very good story It takes awhile to get a hang of all the action but once you do your hooked!

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« Reply #13 on: February 02, 2007, 06:55:35 am »

Umacee, Jessica0410, Elven_Song, and Starlucid - Hugs for your feedback yesterday!  

Readers in General
- For a couple hours yesterday, I apologize for a proof-reading error. Remember the chapter where Ronnie was sweating over Cheena dumping him and having the abortion?  A few times I mistakingly used the name Chilli (Raheem's girl), instead of Cheena.  This was undoubtably confusing.  Sorry!

Elven - the point your made about it taking awhile to figure out who all the characters are was helpful.  I'm working on a cast of characters photo-thingy for the beginning of the story.  This feedback was valuable - and helped me catch the proof-reading error.  Thank you!  
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« Reply #14 on: February 02, 2007, 07:13:38 pm »

I just found this story today Vita and I must say, WOW. Truly fantastic.

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