Two Brothers

In the overcrowded streets of Compton, sat the last of old project homes. In one of these homes, where the windows were taped shut with dark drapes blocking its view, lived an elderly man. Sebastian, better known as the "Ice Cream Man" was who he was. Planting and raising little trees, nicks and crannies here and there. He always had some type of "work" and was the key supplier to go to when you needed some type of substance.

Being so fond of his duty, he wanted to find out the true value and reactions of his particles.

In the home next to the craved man, there sat an overlooked yet misguided household consisting of a mother and her two young sons. Everlasting thoughts past ones mind when they think of the bond of two loving brothers. But not these boys. For some strange reason the two just seemed more abnormal than the rest of the young boys on the block. The younger and yet shaking one always twitched at the sound of strange and object noises. Just the mere sound of the birds chirping made this lunatic go hay wire and start flipping off the walls. Kicking at every little detail thing in site. While the elder of the two was more calm and alert. Always asking questions, like why does daddy wear woman's clothing, and where does babies come from? He always had his head in some book.

One evening the younger boy lay in bed reading a new issue of the Source magazine, where Dr. Dre way the cover story. He then became lifted and day dreamed away. He noticed that nothing around him was the same. He was now a white man with a tattoo of a young girl's face on one of his arms. Before he knew it, he was calling his mother out of her name and just wishing she would die. Rapping to every little beat he heard. He found himself a regular customer to the elderly man next door. It was no secret that he had fallen into the life of Sir Marshall Mathers. It seemed to him that his bed had became a black on black Chevy Caprice.

Was he really dreaming? Not long afterwards had the voice of Dre crept through his head. He then heard Dre say, "Slim Shady you a base head." It was true. The Eminem poser could do nothing but laugh his head off. In as little as twenty minutes, he was high off his own supply.

There it went to show that the "Ice Cream Man" had come up with something new. Rolling everything he had into one and leaving it to a clueless boy to experiment. The older brother walked in the room where he found his sibling laying on the floor rocking back and forth, shaking his hands, as if he was waiting on a flow to come to mind, and asked "what was that craved aroma in the air?"

The boy replied, "a yo check this out son. I got this from old dude next door. Gone head and hit that, tell me what you think."

Not knowing what the young boy was handing him he lit the rolled substance and puffed. Before they knew it, they were both sitting on the floor looking out the window holding each other. Rapping. One about getting shot nine times and the other about his crazy wife Kim.

Hours had went by till their mother knew that they were too still. She called out to them by their names, Marshall???? Curtis???? They could do nothing but lay there glazed. The whole west coast now knew who the brothers were, but most importantly, where to go for the goods.