CH 3: SMOKEY THE MURDERER
“That’s cool kid I’m Smokey”, a bald, black 6’9, 255lbs burly New Yorker from Harlem beside Jack said in a deep voice, “but where the hell are we? Looking at his bulging biceps Jack couldn’t help thinking it would be better to stay on his good side and besides with him around no-one would touch Tim or him. He had three tear drops under his left eye which even Jack knew signified the number of people he killed. Smokey told them that he was in the slammer for life for car theft, armed robbery, and murder of a pimp, the pimp’s girlfriend, and a drug dealer. It seemed that his sister met the girlfriend through friends at a party and she introduced her to the pimp under a disguise and they gave her date rape drugs for weeks until she was strong-armed into prostitution and took drugs to cope but the shame of her tortured life caused her to commit suicide. When Smokey tracked down his targets the pimp pumped three bullets into Smokey but it barely slowed him down he was in such a rage; he beat the pimp with a baseball bat, sliced up the pimp’s girlfriend with a knife, and broke the drug dealer’s neck with his bare hands. After he killed the three he walked into the police station and surrendered. Jack told Smokey it sounded like all three of them had it coming.
Illustrated by: Jason Hendrickson