CHAPTER EIGHT
1999 – Party People
Mundo and I rolled up to Eula’s right before midnight. She lived in a little brownstone on Halsey, between Tompkins and Throop- never one of my favorite blocks in the Stuy, though it did have a decent basketball court down the block.
Doe ran inside to get her. He let himself in- Mundo always had a key whenever he was hitting it with one of these little tourist transplant types. I sat in the Volvo, biding my time. I popped in a reggaetón CD and grabbed my BlackBerry.
Mundo and Eula came down 30 minutes later.
Chauffeur time. I cranked the reggaetón. Once they were in the car Mundo pulled a weak-ass power move and made me change the CD to Sade. Eula kept quiet for a change, so at least I was allowed to stew in peace.
It took forever and a day to get to Bridge street. For some reason Mundo directed me to drive over to Atlantic Avenue then make a right on Flatbush, as opposed to taking the backroads. I guess he really wanted to give this girl the grand tour. Whatever.
When we got there, Mundo told me to go find a parking spot nearby and to wait for him. I nodded and popped the reggaetón CD back in.
And you know what? It only took this guy twenty minutes to hit me on my BlackBerry.
