Da Doughnut

FACTS:

New York City is comprised of the five boroughs of Manhattan, Bronx, Queens,
Brooklyn and Staten Island.

8,008,278 individuals that can speak up to 23 different languages populate
it.

The majority ethnicity in New York City, besides mixes and whites, is Hispanic.
Specifically Puerto Rican, Dominican and Cuban comprising 27% of New York.

Besides Wall Street and the services industry, the number one economy in New
York is the drug trade. Washington Heights, a neighborhood at the Northern
tip of Manhattan not only has the deepest concentration of Dominican’s in
America, it is also the cocaine capital of the East Coast. The New York
Police Departments 33rd and 32nd precents have reported a rough minimum
estimate of $821.5 million dollars in cocaine sales between the 24 month
span from 1998 until 2000. And this is only the estimate between three
separate blocks.

The average pregnancy occurs at the age of 15.4 years.

61.7% of Puerto Rican and Dominican teenagers have had at least one STD by the age of 18.

84% of the same group have smoked weed.

[size=150]1. Impatiently Waiting[/size]

Luis Cabrera had been standing at the corner of 174th Street
and Saint Nicholas Avenue for about half an hour. Not one to be keen to
patience, his quick temper was beginning to turn his light complexion into a
reddish one. He stood anxiously in front of the smoke shop that was
nicknamed the Humm-ana’s looking at his cell phone over and over for the
time. It was 8:47pm.

Ever since Luis, also known as the Godfather, has known Bern
he has known that he wasn’t like everyone else he had ever met in the
Heights. Bern seemed to be on his own program half the time, always
dreaming of the future, and inspiring others to follow those dreams. He
also knew that if it weren’t for the fact that they shared a fraternal bond,
he probably would’ve robbed Bern a long time ago. But instead of punking
him, Godfather looked out for him. Making sure that nobody messed with him,
and in return Bern was always a loyal friend in which he could confide in.

Being a person full of pride and ego, Godfather hardly ever opened
himself to anybody, but to Bern he told it all as it is. Fears, hopes,
dreams and goals. But at this moment Godfather was ready to break Bern’s
Jaw if he didn’t show up.

In the distance came a figure. In the neighborhood of
Washington Heights many people roam the streets at all times of the day and
night. It was Manhattan, but the culture in the Heights could have
convinced you otherwise. This figure wouldn’t have caught Godfather’s eyes
had it not been for that walk. It was Bern.

Bernardo Jose Garcia was not an imposing figure. His
presence didn’t command attention or respect. He didn’t put fear in
people’s hearts, and he hardly ever rubbed anybody right. The thing that
Bern did have was ambition, dedication and raw honesty. Added to this was
the fact that he probably was the horniest man alive. His admiration of the
female gender was probably his main motivating factor in life. Everything
he did, he found some way to twist it into some perverse sexual fantasy.
Bern, also known as The Panty Raider, used it for his advantage.

Even though Bern could easily be forgotten, he held much
power from those around him. Not in terms of fear, but because Bern knew
how to tap into the desires of those around him. Male and female. A long
time ago Bern realized that all men were weak to attractive women. Even
though he couldn’t get his way with men the way Godfather did, he always had
a knack of getting his way with girls. And in any other circumstance, guys
like Bern would have remained at the bottom of the totem pole in the
Heights. But guys knew that Bern knew girls.

Of course he did. Whether he was having sex with them or not, Bern
knew it didn’t matter. Just being around an attractive woman is more than enough
to get everybody thinking. Most of the time he was screwing the ugly
friend, the big fat hairy lip one that no one talks to, but that bought him
enough insurance to become best of friends with the model looking ones.
Playing a game of chess with people is what he called it.

Through the nature of man, the big time ballers from the
neighborhood knew of him. Always inviting Bern to this party or that one.
Telling him to bring a friend or two. Sometimes he would bring girls, other
times he wouldn’t. And ever so often he would throw a party, and invite
nothing but women. Close it up so that hardly anybody gets in, but then
invites the guys that hold the true power in the Heights, and the ones that
he needed for something. Little unassuming Bern was playing political
hardball in the city that never sleeps. And because all men think with
their penises and not with their brains, they listened to what the skinny
nerd had to say. Especially when he started The Panty Squad.

“Damn, por fin! Where the fuck have you been?” Luis yelled
as Bern crossed the street. Bern, always the one to walk fast, just gave an
ear-to-ear half smile and did his trademark call.

With his right hand cupped to his mouth, as if it was going
to make his voice any louder than it already was, he took in a deep breath
and yelled, “Do-koo-tuip!” The trademark call was Bern’s’ imitation of a
police car turning on its siren for one loop. He did it everywhere he was
known in order to make his presence known, and nobody in the Heights did it
but him.

Everyone on 174th Street between Saint Nicholas and Wadsworth
avenues that was outside on the street looked east to see who was Bern with.
A few of the guys walked towards the smoke shop to say what up to Bern, but
most of them were wondering where the party was at tonight and if they can
go. Little did they know that the events of this evening was going to
leave a few people without the capacity to breath and one person going to
jail for the rest of their natural lives.

[size=150]2. Motivations [/size]

As Bern got closer to Luis he raised his right hand past his
shoulders and swung it full speed, open palmed, towards Luis. Luis’ palm caught Bern’s and let off a thunderous clap that was heard half a block up. Then, to
continue the momentum of their ghetto greeting ritual, they pulled each
other’s bodies closer and did a half hug where they tapped each other’s back
twice. They called that a pound. A simple dap of the hands would suffice
in most cases in the Heights, but a strong pound that left both the
participants hands red was reserved for individuals that transcended
friendship. This was one such case.

Bern looked into Luis’ eyes and said, “Dawg, when you see
what I have in store for you tonight, you are going to forget all your
worries. Your mind is going process but one thought.”

Luis’ face was obviously not impressed at Bern’s’ grasp of
language, he knew him for his flare for dramatics. It was a product of
watching way too many independent films. “Oh, is that right? And what is
that?”

Bern gave a half smile, also something he always did since
he was self-conscious about his teeth. He turned real quick to give a dap
to three guys that came from up the block. He turned back to Luis and said,
“That this nigga right here, is the fucking man! I’m telling you, remember
that shorty from one-four-five The Moaner?”

After Bern mentioned her name Luis relaxed. He caught a
quick flashback of two-months prior during Easter night. Luis, Bern, Blue,
Fat Miguel and Penis spent all night in this girl’s apartment. They drank,
they smoked weed and just chilled in comfort as they talked to a group of
girls. In the morning, since they had the munchies, they were
going to leave to get some meat patties from the smoke shop, but instead The
Moaner cooked them up a five star breakfast for all of them. At the same
time Luis met a girl named Dulce who happened to be The Moaners cousin. He
thought he fell in love.

The Godfather is known for his bravery. He is respected
throughout the Heights for being real. In the Hip-Hop sense of the word, he
isn’t one to play around with. But on the inside it is all a tough act. He
longs for the right woman but gets so dissatisfied with the women he meets
on a day-to-day basis. Extremely picky, it is rare to see the Godfather
going up and down with one girl, and when you do she is awesome.

It isn’t that he isn’t into women; he just isn’t as
motivated by sex as Bern is. His sole motivation in life is money and
honor. The thug life as it is tattooed on his leg. Meeting Dulce took him
away from all that. One look into her hazel eyes was all it took for him to
feel helpless and beside himself. He cursed himself for weeks after Easter
for not being able to ask her for her number, or to kick proper game to her.
Then one day he had mentioned to Bern that he couldn’t get Dulce out of his
mind and if he can hook them up. Bern, always the professional when it
comes to hooks up told him that he’ll get back to him. Then Bern released
the double bad news on him, that not only was Dulce in some sort of super
long term relationship, she also wasn’t The Moaners cousin and there is no
way to track her down.

“Yeah, what about her?”

“Well, she’s throwing a party today. But not just any
party, its Dulce’s induction party!”

Those last four words struck a nerve well inside Luis’ hopes
and dreams. He licked his lips and turned away. Soon enough he knew that
it was going to be a long night full of displeasure and disappointment.

[size=150]3. Enter The Panty Squad[/size]

“What?” Luis was perplexed. And induction is held only
when a person was requesting permission to join the Panty Squad. Bern
designed the whole process himself. To begin the person that wants to join
has to want to join from his or her own free will. Then a party is thrown
in their name, called the induction party. Here a hotel room is rented and
adorned with white thongs and boxers. There is one for each member of the
Panty Squad. Then there is another one, with an Orfix on it. The
room is set up with black lights and with modest stereo equipment.

At midnight the higher echelon of The Panty Squad all dress
up in robes of black and surround the bed, then the person who the inductee
asked to join enters the room and proclaims the inductees desire to join.
The inductee is then escorted in wearing nothing but a white robe. Two
members take off her robe and rub oils all over her body. Twenty-one
candles are lit around the bed, and each member holds one. After the
inductee is all oiled up she lies on the bed and masturbates in from of all
the members until she truly reaches an orgasm. She has to do this while
she’s sober.

For males it is different. Members pool their money
together and hire a very attractive hooker. They watch as she performs oral
sex to him, while his closest friend has sexual intercourse with her from
behind. The male inductee has to last ten minutes with out ejaculating,
while the guy from behind has to go as quick as possible.

Luis wasn’t officially a part of Bern’s’ Panty Squad. It
wasn’t that he didn’t want to; it just didn’t make a difference. Him and
Fat Miguel always worked security for Panty functions. Plus he liked his
privacy when he was having sex. He didn’t respect women that would do such
things. It was cool for hoes and hood rats to do things like that, he is a
guy, and Dominican at that, but he didn’t want the women he wanted to be
exposed like that. That was another reason he was called The Godfather,
because had he been alive in the 1930’s he would’ve been a suit-clad
mobster, instead of a Roc-A-Wear down thug.

He was a man of principles, and one of them was that women
were to act respectable in order to be respected. He wasn’t like Bern who
respected all women and treated them all like queens; in essence making them
all feel comfortable around him. Luis really didn’t give too shits. If a
girl was out at all times of night hanging out with the thugs from the
street, smoking weed and getting into trouble, she was no good. One could
say that he was just looking for a girl to balance him out. He thought he
had found that in Dulce. That was his fatal mistake.