He had just walked out of the Luis Vuitton boutique in the fashion boulevard in Los Angeles. He had a blue scarf covering his mouth, feeling so damn fly. And he really was too. The evening breeze threw back his long black leather jacket. He walks in slow motion, as his every step is amplified by the ethereal sounds of Excess by Tricky playing in his head.

The limo pulled up in front of him, and the crazy looking dude stepped out of it. The dude was packing heat. And he knew it, but he still wouldn't make a move to run for it. He knew the crazy looking dude was quite capable of blowing his brains out. Right in the middle of the boulevard, too. The guy's nuts, and it wouldn't be the first time he did a dumb thing like that. But Fiery CJ was thru running from his crazy alter-ego.


"So where ya been, mack?" his alter-ego began. "Been looking all over the damn city for you? Where ya been, mack?" Those were two annoying habits his alter-ego had - calling him mack, and always repeating questions.

"I've been around" Fiery CJ mumbled.

"To hell with that bull...hey, you get in the car. We've got business!" Getting in the car with his crazy alter-ego was the last thing Fiery CJ wanted to do. But he wasn't about to let him make a crazy scene - he is well capable of that. So CJ got in.

The limo rode softly. Like 10 miles an hour. Suddenly it seemed like the busy traffic of LA had vanished all around them. His alter-ego could freeze the world - he really could.

The alter-ego broke the ice "So Allie, we been looking for this crazy son-of-a-gun all over the damn city, and we finally wind up finding him in a frigging LV shop! Can you believe that piece of crap!" Allie is the killer of the gang. The guy's been in and out of jail ever since he was sixteen. As a seventeen year old, he had popped a guy's jaw wide-open with a baseball bat. The guy was a social worker. Now Allie does all the dirty work for CJ's alter ego - you know, the usual collecting and disposal. Allie didnt laugh a lot either, but he thought finding me in a boutique was hilarious. He still didnt laugh, though. He just said, "Hey, you turning into a sissy or what, Fiery?" this cracked my alter-ego up, but beneath the laughter I could sense his eyes demanded that I defend such an accusation. In our business, you just dont let a guy call you a sissy. It shows weakness. And as much as I was sick of the business, I wasn't about to let Allie bitchify me right in front of my alter-ego. I still wasn't beyond being popped, even in the luxurious leather interior of the limo. "What are you, Allie? An expert on sissies?" I retorted. You had to see my alter-ego, bawling over in laughter. Allie simply growled and began cutting a cigar. He was always doing phony macho stuff like cutting cigars.

I turned to face my alter-ego, he was still wiping away trinkles of tears from the throes of laughter. "Hey, what business we got?"

Suddenly my alter-ego was all business. It never ceased to amaze me how he could easily transform his demeanor like the switch of a lightbulb. "You'll see when we get there" he stared at me coolly, studying the hell outta me. Allie too.
It seemed like we would never reach our destination. Within the wide interior of the limo - I suddenly started feeling claustrophobic...