Snow will Fall

The Meeting,Friendship,Revelation,A New Beginning.

It was a gloomy winter sky with a strong north-western blowing the dark clouds toward the peak of the empire state building. Snow will start to fall soon upon the happy people of New York. Snow will start to feast soon upon the sad people of New York. Jordon belonged to the latter half. After he was kicked out from Child Welfare Society Of New York("Make some room" They said)he eventually deceided to dip his hand in the art of pickpocketing. If you take the greyhound through route 22 and might have found your wallet missing after unboarding,chances are Jordan"s hands had been in your pocket.He was good at it,damn good to be precise. He had very nimble hand,i mean he could take a coin from your hand,before you close your fist! I heard somewhere that Jackie Chan also could do that shit.Dope,Is'nt it? I met Jordan on Greyhound 45 on a rainy afternoon.The bus was crowded with folks minding their own business-In short a 'happy hunting ground' for us. I was a happy teenage kid travelling home from school,listening to some dopey hip hop song, kids from our generations adore-atlest I thought thats what i looked like to anyone. I pulled out the earphone and got up.I slowly started to slide my way to the exit. I bumped against the old dozy man I have been eyeing all along and quietly slipped my hand inside his coat pocket.My hand settled on the purse i was looking for and i pulled it out to its freedom.The purse caught in the chain of the dozer's coat and loose change spilled out on the floor.It took the dozer a moment to understand what happened."Hey" he shouted in a raspy,angry voice and grasped my collar.I was fucked,i knew that.I could see myself standing before the gates of Hellgate Reformatory For Boys.Goodbye,O Freedom. "let me handle it,Sir"A boy who looked my age,only taller and less muscular grabbed me"Straight behind the bars,will serve him right" The bus has stopped now and he pushed me roughly out.All of this happened in few moments.I fell hard on the rain soaked pavement of Juniper Street.Rain fell softly over me as the boy picked me up roughly and started to drag me away toward Juniper Street Intersection.I struggled,but he had quite a strength for such a lanky body. "stop struggling,motherfucker" was Jordan Altimore's first starting conversation with me. "let me go"i shouted and he let me go.I must tell you,i was both puzzled and amazed by it. What kept me from running you say?The cocky grin on Jordon Altimore' face.I just stood their dumbfounded in the drizzling rain,while he handed me the dozer's purse. "Got to be more careful in the future,man"he grinned"you owe me one" Thats how me and Jordon ended up drinking heineken with a cancer stick between the lips on a deserted apartment rooftop,watching the sun peeping at downtown New York through the clouds.I learned his name was Jordan and he was of my age,14.I learned that he was abandoned by his drug addict mama in a parking lot(He learned it from Mrs.Stormg in the welfare society) and his dream was to be the legendary pickpocketer of New York.Small dream,Huh?see we do not dare to dream big,thats a luxury which the rich snotty kids can afford.It's just survival for us,and we knew it.Don't know why Jordon told me all about his life at that time,I mean you don't open up to someone you barely know,but i guess he was lonely and found something in me that he could relate to.We just sat there basking in the late evening sunlight,rain washed winds caresing our face and swapped stories.It was fuckin beautiful,man. Me and Jordon became best friends after that day.Words spread fast in our little society and soon "The Dual Dance" technique me and jordon discovered that day,became famous.I wondered if the people on Greyhound ever suspected on the sudden arrival of a law abiding,crime hater teenager whenever a pickpocket fucked it up. Ha!Too busy thinking about the green i say. Man let me tell you we got respect.We were like that Ford guy who made cars,except we were the Ford guys of the pickpocketing society.We got nods,tips even handshakes from others in our society.They knew Jordon created it and he was more respected for it,nobody dared to cross him.I didn't mind.I was just happy bringing my daily collections to my dope dealing uncle.After my dad left us when i was a little kid,my mom deceided to say fuck it to the world and took the wrong way.Uncle Snoop still dosent tell me how mom died.well,whats gone is gone whats left is left. Uncle Snoop took me in and told me that i had to earn my bucks if i wanted to live in his apartment.so i weighed a lot of prospect and i settled on pickpocketing. Uncle Snoop apartment was a mad house basically.We had two rooms,a kitchen(never had a use of it) and a bathroom.Heavy rap blasted through the boombox all day long,noboby complained. it was normal. Me and Jordon used to hang out in the apartment on our lazy day-Smoking weed and hearing Eminem bitch about his mom.One evening when i got back from my "work",i found Jordon leaving my apartment.I thought he came around looking for me"The fuckin President is here,Son" "hey man,catch you later"he said and hurried past me"Emergency" Now that was weird."Jordon!" i yelled back but he was gone. I entered puzzled in the rap den and found my Uncle Snoop smoking crack on the couch. "What was Jordon doing here?"I asked "Buyin powder"He replied and the world spun around me. It took me a moment to register and i ran after Jordon.I raced down the stairs two at a time but when i got outside,He was gone.I called him and got a busy tone.The phone was switched off on my next call.I cursed and raced up to confront the son of a bitch. "what the fuck you think you are doing!!"I screamed"He is my fucking friend!" "He got the money"the son of a bitch replied"i told him he could get a discount next time-Being your friend" "Motherfucker you are gonna kill him!"I shouted.I was fucking angry man,for real! He threw a glass bowl at me which missed me by a long margin.He lunged at me and pushed me hard against the wall. "Listen up,You little cocksucker"he shouted on my face"Next time you talk to me like that,im gonna tear off your dick and make you suck it1I dont care if he is Barack fuckin Obama,he rogilygot the money,i got the dope!" "Fuck you"i said through my clenched teeth and in return got a blow in side of my face.I was knocked out for a few minutes and when i opened my eyes,i was lying outside the apartment door.I stood up groogily.I made my ways slowly outside.i felt tears stinging in my eyes.Man,i missed my parents at such times.Nobody is out here looking for me,nobody cares for an 14 year old orphan kid in this whole city. Family? guess i was born unlucky. I started my search for Jordon.I asked around but got no leads.At around 2 am i found him slumped in one of the park bench in lincoln Park.He was curled up in that bitter cold trying to saty warm.i went and sat there. "I can't sleep,man"he said softly.I just sat there and cried." "you stupid son of a bitch"i croaked"why?" "i dont know"he mumbled"i guess i wanna forget who i am for some moments,get lost in those dreams that comes" He sat up"I was walking by a cafe today when i saw this couple inside.They were really happpy by the looks of it,drinking coffee worth what we earn in two bus trip and it struck me-im never gonna be them.Im gonna die here-an old scumbag.I will never be able to take my family to these fancy cafes or buy fancy gifts for my kids.this streets are where we die,they eat you,man."Silence as we sat in that quite lamplit park at maybe 2:30 in the morning. "Whats the point?" He said after a long time.I didnt know what to say.We all know who we are but we love to live a lie.When the truth hits you in the face,you just have no idea what to say. "But you gotta fight back man"i protested"you just cant let the streets get you" "I am tired man"He said"I cant take it anymore" I saw tears stream down his face and i kept my mouth shut.We smoked cigarettes and watched the city wake up.We left the park when it got too crowded. "Go home and get some sleep"Jordon said to me. "Where are you going?"I asked "i dont know but i need some time alone"he said and hugged me"You are the brother i never had" "Hey man you okay?"I had never seen him so sentimental. "yeah,i'll be alright,see you in the evening"he said and walked away.I watched Jordon Altimore for the last time as he walked away,head down,hands in his pocket disappearing at the corner of the intersection. They found his body one day later floating in the Hudson River.Their was no funeral for him,no crying mother and father,No casket but just the Morgue. I bawled like a baby when i heard the news.I lost my family all over again. The streets killed him. The streets killed a 14 year old boy. Snow has started falling as i sit now writing in a notebook i have bought before getting on the bus.I have deceided to leave this godforsaken city,start a living somewhere else.After Jordon's death,the streets became to haunt me.Lots of old memories came flooding back.I hope Jordon was with me in this new adventure.I have 60 bucks in my pocket and some clothes in my rucksack,thats it.I am hoping to start new somewhere far away,far away from this haunting place.Now when i remember Jordon,I remember him on the day we first met.His face painted orange by the setting sun,a cocky grin on his face with a heineken in his hand.Thats the Jordon i will always remember..
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