"When
you gonna investigate my brother's murder Street? They said he hung himself in
the police station. But that is bullshit. He had 8 kids and a good job."
This Is Rosie telling me in Angel Bonilla's basement on Deodar in The Harbor.
Rosie had plenty of bass in her voice & didn't stutter. Street took mental
notes. And so it went every time Rosie crossed my path it was always the same
song. "When you gonna investigate my brother's murder?" And she
always had a bass in her voice and didn't stutter. Took mental notes but she
was the only one singing that tune. It got to the point where sometimes I
avoided her because it was tough hearing her pain okay. Then when Arcuri
appears on the front page of The Times some cat ran me down. Source who took a
baby ride with me thru The Harbor. We slugged on a double deuce of Bud Lite as
he started to woo, woo, woo. “You need to write about some cat named Luis
Wilson, whom they found hanging in Poe-Poe station." He had bass in his
voice and didn't stutter either. "He had 8 kids and had a good job."
Street let him blow and took mental notes. Rosie had passed away, but Street
looked up in the sky. “Street gonna investigate your brother's death," I
murmured to myself. P.S.: I talked to a guy who was with Luis Wilson in
Franklin School in the 3rd grade. "He used to like Elvis
Presley and couldn't wait for the movie "Girls, Girls, Girls" to come
out, so he could go see it @The Garden Show,” This former classmate shared a
story about Luis Wilson with me. Adios.
