Romeo and Juliette (2124 hits)
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Submitted by Bigmike (View user info) at 2004-12-01 01:38:49 EST
The Lincoln rolls casually through the sordid streets, engine rumbling, the driver searching the corners seeking an outlet for his pent up frustration. The car is black. A black so deep that if you were to stare into it, your soul would be absorbed by the darkness.
It is 1969 and this is Brooklyn at night. The lights of Coney Island are not so far away and the street urchins play amongst the hookers and leather jacket clad gangs. The traffic of the Belt Parkway can be heard and seen at all hours of the day and night. Tommy drives through the neighborhoods in his Mustang, delivering packages of sweet smelling herb to those that would buy; large quantities in big plastic bags cover the floor of the backseat. This is his routine, his job, his life. He keeps the money in a chest underneath his bed, doling it out to his mother when she needed groceries or gas for her car. She never asked where the money came from even though she knew all too well the truth of her sons riches, She never said a word. Money is money and family comes first.
"Caught between the twisted stars
The plotted lines the faulty map
That brought Columbus to New York
Betwixt between the East and West"
The Lincoln slows to a halt at the corner of Cropsey Ave and Bay 47th. There is a park nearby and the street thugs are in and out periodically checking their turf. The three girls standing on the corner watch as the shiny black Lincoln pulls up and stops. These are professional women, make no mistake about it. They look at the car as if it is an alien being. A nice sedan like that never makes its way to these streets of Brooklyn, at least not this time at night.
The women look at each other. The tallest one shrugs her shoulders and starts to approach the car. As she does, the passenger side window starts to slowly come down to reveal the man inside. She casually bends down and puts her arms across the top of the door frame, showing the occupant her ample cleavage. Through her gum chewing she manages to say "wanna date?"
The Chicano man behind the drivers seat smiles.
"He calls on her wearing a leather vest
The earth squeals and shudders to a halt
A diamond crucifix in his ear
Is used to help ward off the fear
That he has left his soul in someone's rented car
Inside his pants he hides a mop
To clean the mess that he has dropped
Into the life of lithesome Juliette Bell"
Tommy has made three deliveries so far and is on his way to the fourth. He comes rolling up Bay 47th street on his way to Cropsey where he will take a right and continue until he gets to Belmonde's house. Belmonde loves the weed and always takes a big shipment. As Tommy is wheeling his Mustang to a stop at the corner, he spies a new black Lincoln on the corner, hooker leaning halfway into the cars passenger side. He slows to a stop and is infuriated as he watches his sister, Juliette, get into the car.
He forgets about Belmonde for the moment and decides to follow the Lincoln.
"And Romeo wanted Juliette
And Juliette wanted Romeo
And Romeo wanted Juliette
And Juliette wanted Romeo"
Juliette doesn't notice the man in the backseat until she actually gets into the Lincoln. She gets a little nervous at the prospect of two men, but she has been there before so she knows the routine. She makes small talk with the driver.
"Where we going?" she says to him.
"You'll see" he says. "What's your name babe?"
"Juliette" she responds.
"Well ain't that something. My name just happens to be Romeo tonight." He looks at her and smiles a broad, gap toothed smile. The man in the backseat laughs a small, disinterested laugh. Juliette folds her hands in her lap to keep herself from tapping her fingers. She always taps them when she is nervous and she doesn't want the men to know.
"Romeo Rodriguez squares
His shoulders and curses Jesus
Runs a comb through his black pony-tail
He's thinking of his lonely room
The sink that by his bed gives off a stink
Then smells her perfume in his eyes
And her voice was like a bell"
Tommy takes a left and follows the Lincoln Southeast on Cropsey. The Lincoln stops just before Cropsey reaches the Belt Parkway, just short of Avenue Z. It turns right and parks. Tommy pulls the Mustang over just past the side street and cuts the engine. He watches as a man gets out of the drivers side. He also watches his sister get out of the passenger side. He is surprised when the passenger suicide door opens and another man steps out. As the man from the driver's side reaches the curb, he grabs Juliette by the left arm. The other man grabs her by the right arm and they shuffle her up a set of concrete steps that lead to the back of an apartment building. The Towers.
Tommy knows this neighborhood well. He knows The Towers like the back of his hand. He grew up here. So did Juliette.
Tommy grabs his baseball bat from the back of the car, gets out, and starts running towards the concrete steps that his sister disappeared up.
"Outside the street were steaming the crack
Dealers were dreaming
Of an Uzi someone had just scored
I betcha I could hit that light
With my one good arm behind my back
Says little Joey Diaz"
He reaches the bottom of the stairs and climbs them two at a time. As he reaches the top he sees a man entering a backdoor to one of the apartments. It was his old friend Tuzio's apartment. Tuze and his mother left town about eight years ago after his sister died. She died doing the same thing Juliette was doing. Some women just never learn.
Juliette didn't appreciate the rough ride up the stairs. She turned to Romeo and said "Hey!" That was all she got out though because the other man slapped her across the face, hard.
"Shut up, honey" was all he said. He didn't have to tell her twice. They slammed the door behind them, dragged her into the living room of the apartment and threw her on the floor. She got up on both elbows and began kicking her legs at the floor, backing herself up against the bottom of the couch. The two men just stood there looking at her. She could almost see the drool coming off of their bottom lips.
"C'mon then" she said. "What are you waiting for?"
"Brother give me another tote
Those downtown hoods are no damn good
Those Italians need a lesson to be taught
This cop who died in Harlem
You think they'd get the warning
I was dancing when his brains run out on the street"
Tommy ran up to the door just in time to see his sister land hard on the floor. He watched through the barred window as she kicked herself up against the couch. He watched as the two men advanced towards her. He watched as she got up on her knees and began to undo both of their belts. They each had a handful of hair and, as she pulled both of their cocks out, they looked as if they were laughing. They were both hard.
Tommy stood there incredulously as he watched his sister stroke both of their cocks. He couldn't help but think that she was definitely a pro. She wacked them off until they both were pulling her head towards them.
He couldn't stand watching her take the driver of the cars cock in her mouth. As she did, he reached for the door. As he was about to rip the door open and bash both their skulls in, he heard a bloodcurdling scream.
"And Romeo had Juliette
And Juliette had her Romeo
And Romeo had Juliette
And Juliette had her Romeo"
When he got inside, Juliette was covered in blood. She was just turning to the side and spitting when Tommy broke the other mans skull in two with the baseball bat. Tommy turned just in time to see what Juliette was spitting out. He watched as the projectile flew out of her mouth and landed three feet away on the rug of the apartment.
Tommy's jaw almost hit the floor the same time Romeo's severed cock did.
Tommy hit the other man again for good measure and then turned his attention to Romeo. Romeo was lying on the floor, both hands buried into his bleeding crotch. Juliette was standing above him now, her bloody smile ear to ear.
"Pig" she spat out at him, a good amount of his on blood flying towards him as well. "Tommy, what the fuck are you doing here?"
Tommy explained to her what happened and how he saw her on the corner. He explained everything else that had led up to this exact moment.
"I'll take Manhattan in a garbage bag
With Latin written on it that says
It's hard to give a shit these days
Manhattan's sinking like a rock
Into the filthy Hudson what a shock
They wrote a book about it
They said it was like ancient Rome"
Then Tommy asked, "What do we do now?"
"Fuck him" Juliette said as she stomped a stiletto heel into Romeo's bloody lap. "Fuck them both."
Romeo looked up at Juliette, the lust far gone from his eyes. He was in a tremendous amount of pain and couldn't figure out who this other guy was that was in the apartment. "You fucking bitch!" was the last thing Romeo said before Tommy hit him in the side of the head with his bat, crushing his skull.
Tommy and Juliette walked out of the apartment. They weren't worried about cops, nobody in this neighborhood ever called the cops. If these guys died, they wouldn't be found until it stunk to high heaven. After all, this was Brooklyn.
As they both got into Tommy's car, Tommy opened the glove compartment and pulled out a fat joint. He lit it and handed it to Juliette. "Looks like you could use some of this" he said. She took it, hit it, and inhaled deeply. When she tried to pass it back, Tommy looked at her, thought about what had happened to Romeo and said, "That's ok Juli, you can keep that one."
"The perfume burned his eyes
Holding tightly to her thighs
And something flickered for a minute
And then it vanished and was gone"
Romeo died twenty minutes after they left. The other man was dead before that.
User Reviews
Submitted by CanucksFan (user info) at 2004-12-04 19:46:54 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
not my cup of tea
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-12-01 13:39:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Dire Straits has a song called Romeo and Juliet. The lyrics are beautiful.
Submitted by Flash (user info) at 2004-12-01 12:44:11 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
this was ok
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-12-01 11:54:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I enjoy green tea and fish. My cholesterol levels are excellent. Too bad my blood sugar and blood pressure can't claim the same.
Stop dying. Eat fish.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-12-01 11:15:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
"The idea of you puttering about, humming some Lou and dreaming up stories with hookers biting off cocks, strikes me as completely hysterical."
Actually I was fixing some furniture my kids broke, repairing a shutter, cleaning, washing dishes, etc.
I wanted to get a Christmas Tree yesterday but the place where I go to cut my own tree down isn't open until the weekend.
Oh, I also got my cholesterol results back. Seems I'm dying very slowly. My doctor says to eat lots of fish and drink green tea.
Yuk to the tea.
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2004-12-01 11:09:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-12-01 01:47:41 (#)
Ranking: 0
Just a story that came to me as I was working around the house today humming that song.
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The idea of you puttering about, humming some Lou and dreaming up stories with hookers biting off cocks, strikes me as completely hysterical.
Submitted by Seralena (user info) at 2004-12-01 10:57:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I don't know the song, so I pretty much skipped the lyrics like I did in other lyric posts as well. Still a good story. How much did she bite off, and I'd think that would be hard to spit out nonchalantly. Maybe for a hooker though, it's different.
Submitted by wookie (user info) at 2004-12-01 10:56:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2004-12-01 10:49:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
This post is worthy of a Holiday
gift from me.
Well done.....as usual.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-12-01 10:43:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Siren,
Been there, done that.
Kristin,
Where this takes place is really a stone's throw from Coney Island. Not actually at Coney Island. It can't be bad though if I can get you to think about hot dogs.
apollo,
Maybe I wasn't clear enough about her level of danger. I'll do better next time.
Schlongy,
I almost used Dirty Boulevard for this. I was torn between both songs. It was a Lou Reed kind of day for me yesterday. Don't ask me why, I couldn't tell you.
For those of you that are wondering:
The song is "Romeo had Juliette"
The artist is obviously Lou Reed.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-01 09:56:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Lou is coming back to Europe with a tour this spring.
The current dates are as follows:
April 14: Portugal, April 15: Madrid, April 16: San Sebasitan, April 18: Paris, April 19: Amsterdam, April 21: Leicester UK, April 22: Liverpool, April 24: Frankfurt, April 25: Berlin, April 27: Hamburg, April 29: Bergen, April 30: Stavanger, May 1: Oslo, May 3 & 4:Copenhagen, May 5 Arhus Denmark, May 7: Malmo, May 8: Gothenburg, May 9:
Lucky Euro fags.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-01 09:55:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
http://www.loureed.org/new/index_lou.html
Go to this link, hit Jukebox...and listen to some Dirty Boulevard (live) at work.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-01 09:53:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Now do Straw Man....
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-01 09:52:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
May Robert Quine rest in peace...
+ 2000 for quoting Lou.
Submitted by whataefag (user info) at 2004-12-01 08:49:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
That was really good! A very enjoyable read.
Lou Reed is great. If it weren't raining and freezing outside, me listening to "Perfect Day" on the way to work would've been appropriate. There're other good songs on that album though. Oh well, looks like I'll have to do some Velvet Underground action on the way home for a -- darker reality. Hello Heroin.
Submitted by professorfuckface (user info) at 2004-12-01 08:23:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
'fuck up fat fuck.
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2004-12-01 06:59:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
So why did she bite his cock off, what caused her to do that? Being dragged up the stairs?
Submitted by Scarlett13 (user info) at 2004-12-01 06:42:42 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Mental
Submitted by Kristen (user info) at 2004-12-01 06:42:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
When I read that the story was taking place in Coney Island, I immediately thought, "Oooh, hotdogs!"
Just thought that it was a pretty neat coincedence since she bit the dude's cock off and all.
Submitted by DanielH (user info) at 2004-12-01 06:39:54 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It's near impossible to write a bad story that involves suicide doors, hookers, baseball bats and blood with Lou Reed sleazing in the background.
Submitted by Tigre (user info) at 2004-12-01 06:28:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
*Sniff* : }
Submitted by Soley_Trinity (user info) at 2004-12-01 06:24:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Jobzaguden!
Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2004-12-01 05:44:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by triple_optics (user info) at 2004-12-01 05:21:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I love Lou Reed too!
Brothers?
Submitted by Awko (user info) at 2004-12-01 05:17:25 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by Siren (user info) at 2004-12-01 02:55:01 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
So, Mike. I'd like a nice early fall wedding. What do you think?
Submitted by Method (user info) at 2004-12-01 02:49:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Phinch (user info) at 2004-12-01 02:09:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
good stuff macabre mike.
Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2004-12-01 01:54:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I had the amazing pleasure of seeing Lou Reed at the Fuji Festival earlier this year. In-fucking-credible.
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-12-01 01:47:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Just a story that came to me as I was working around the house today humming that song.
I love Lou Reed.
Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2004-12-01 01:45:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I liked this, and it was well written - as per usual - but not exactly a stand-out performer.
Still, you rock.