He wanted to fill them in on his day with Coney. They went to the corner store on Park Avenue and bought a few quarts of Olde E and a couple of White Owls to roll up their cheba. Then they went right up the block to Flushing Avenue to the Sands Junior High School Park to drink and puff. This was another playground that kids barely came to. Most of the time ex-cons would frequent the park to do their upper-body workout. Everyone else used it as their get-high spot when school was out. “Roll the next blunt, Ketta. I like the way you lick it,” Jarvis quipped. Numbers laughed. “Homo, you’ll never know how it feel, Little Dick,” she snapped back. Jarvis was tipsy to say the least. He was sipping on his second quart, and they were about to light up their third blunt. Every time he got too buzzed, he had the tendency to become a jabber-jaws. “That’s all right, Numbs told me you suck a good one,” he said, turning the quart up to his lips. Numbers looked at Jarvis scathingly, wondering why he would put him out there like that.
