Halloween Marauders

Back in the day Young Slishy had a serious sweet tooth therefore Halloween was like a dream come true. Free candy that I didn't have to share with my little sister Stughetto ! Yeah it was selfish, but its not like she was going to share hers with me. So October 31st became my second favorite day of the year . Christmas being my first.

As I got older hmmmm I would say 15. Right around the time I met my first love Casey. Halloween for me came to a screeching halt. You see the year before. My greedy ass tried to go trick or treating knowing I was too old. But I figured with a mask on and two younger kids Casey's brother Picasso and little brother SquirtBoy. I could go door to door and get my fill of treats. Saving my allowance money for more important things. Like porno magazines.

So we're on our way home skipping along like we just won the lottery. Some older kids approach us " You little muthfuckas too old to be trick or treating" and they grab Picasso's bag of candy. He holds on and responds " Noooooo. Stop it. Let go of me!!! " he breaks free and starts running. Me and SquirtBoy do the same. The older kids take off after us. I yell " Split up! " Picasso heads in one direction, Squirt Boy hides under a car and I hit top speed in the middle of the street ! In those days I was the Chocolate Tornado! It was damn near impossible to catch me. So the older kids gave up, but Picasso wasn't so Lucky. I hear a loud scream, stop dead in my tracks, turn around and see Picasso surrounded by white smoke and egg splatter. His goodie bag split wiiide open and his candy all over the street. I run back! Dodging eggs and powder bombs. I yell to Picasso " Forget about the candy! Run Nooooooow!!!!" I distract the older kids so that he and Squirtboy can get away. " When I realize they're in the clear. I take off behind them. Splat!!! I look over at my left shoulder. I'm HIT!!! Egg yolk was all over me! I catch up to Picasso and Squirtboy. I look at Picasso and start laughing hysterically" He frowns, wipes the powder from his cheek and responds " I'm glad you think its funny" I laugh even harder and give him my goodie bag " Take some of my candy you deserve it." I laughed so hard I fell on the floor holding my stomach.

The Following year. There would be no trick or treating for me. I learned my lesson from the year before. Instead I spent it hanging out on Casey's porch trying to get her to notice me. All of a sudden Picasso comes dashing out of the house. Mumbling something about he's going to be better prepared this year. He runs down the steps and into the night. An hour later he comes back with the rest of my boys Phantom and Fondu holding a bag of apples and pears in one hand and a garbage can cover in the other. I say "Watcha gonna do with that!" Picasso " Anybody who throws eggs at me! Will get one of these!" Then he motions " Look Slishy! I'll block" holding up the garbage can " Then throw an apple. Its full proof!" I laugh and respond " You looking for trouble. Hit somebody in this neighborhood! Will get you more than just an egg thrown at you. You might get stabbed!" Picasso responds " I'll take my chances "

Later on that night. Some kids from another street snuck up on us and threw eggs from the top of a one story building that was located on our block. Picasso was the first one to retaliate. Me, Phantom and Fondu followed his lead. Those kids got lit the fuck up! Teach them not to fuck with Jamaicans. We're naturally gifted with good aim. So they retreated. Picasso and Fondu decide to go to the store and get some candy. 5 minutes later I see Fondu running back and he yells at me and Phantom " They're coming!!!" I yell back" Who!? Where's Picasso!? Fondu keeps running and points behind him. Phantom and I look down the street and see Picasso running while blocking eggs thrown at him with the garbage can cover.

10 minutes later Me, Phantom and Picasso end up getting barricaded in Fondu's house. 10 kids from the next block were outside waiting for us to come back out. Fondu is cursing at Picasso " Get the fuck out. Why you come here! Picasso responds " I didn't want them to egg my house! My mother will kill me! " Fondu " What the fuck you think my mother is going to do! " He pushes Picasso out of the house and slams the door. Me and Phantom peak through the window and watch Picasso bob and weave on the porch while eggs are thrown at him. Fondu is pacing back and forth hoping his mother doesn't wake up and bust his ass. We look out the window again and see that Picasso has disappeared. Phantom "Where he go? " I respond " I don't know? Doesn't matter anyway those guys are still out there! Fondu starts getting teary eyed and puts his hands over his eyes " What am I gonna do NOW!!! My mother is going to wake up in about 1 hour and throw a pot at my head!" Phantom says " Okokok! Slish and I are gonna leave and run in the opposite direction of your house. Get us two garbage bags. I say " What we gonna do with those. Phantom ignores me, takes the bags from Fondu and makes 3 holes in each of them. He hands me a bag and says " Put this over you" I laugh and say " Wow you a genius! " Phantom responds " Shut up and RUN!!!!" he pushes open the screen door and we JET!!!!

The Halloween marauders take the bait and follow me and Phantom in and out of backyards, porches and bushes. Phantom " Okay Slish lets head back " I respond " They still out there!" Phantom " We can't stay in this backyard all night! I shrug and respond " Aiight" We watch the Marauders walk by, peak our heads out and RUUUUN!!!! One of the marauders turns around and Yells " They're trying to get away. Get em!!!" Phantom and I look at one another and run for dear life. Eggs are flying everywhere hitting the plastic bag shields we had on. We get to our block and Phantom stops running. I yell " Watcha doin!? They're right behind us!! Phantom out of breath responds " Can't run anymore" Right then. I could have left him. But I learned early on never leave your friends behind. I say " Okay what we gonna do" Phantom smiles and walks over to a tree. Pulls both of his hands and head inside of the bag and kneels down. I'm like WTF!! Hold up! Oh shit!!! This nigga looks just like Garbage.! Thats genius ! I did the same thing and leaned right there next to him. The Halloween Marauders ran right by us.

A few minutes later the coast is clear. Phantom and I rise from the darkness and head to our houses. On the way we notice a rumbling in some bushes. We stop ! " Phantom whispers to me "Whats that." and OUT comes Picasso " They gone!" Phantom and I sigh in relief and respond in unison " Yeah" We all laugh and go home.

The Next day we watched Fondu's mother use his head for target Practice. That woman could throw a pot. I mean even when Fondu tried to run around a corner to hide. The pot would just turn in that direction and SMACK !!! Right in the head. Anyway. That didn't surprise me. After all Fondu's momma was Jamaican.