Coker smokes crystal meth forged from pure gold. That's what Jimi said once and I wrote it down. Jimi only seamed happy sayin so. Gleamin teeth apunchuate him swhat I tell Cricky. Cricky and me slink away natural when Jimi comes by.
       Coker's friend Winston is always with her smokin. It been three days last they left any food for us. Last night they went out it was near minight and I was thinking about the rib tips left in the garbage pail too high up for Nicodemissus snarly snout to get at. Stupidog has a better name than me Jip. Hes sturdy though fifty pounds. Black he carries from his Dober parts his legs stubby from some kind terrier. But you dont mess withat dog unless you got some mighty purpose to hand. And Cricky and me had one. Cricky Christians his given told me we should boil the bones for broth. I say pickem clean with our teeth and then suck the marrows dry. We do agree on sneakinem from Nicodemus who dag that dog! sits bestride the kitchen pail and its nailed to the pantry wood so it cant go nowhere sittin in slobber knowin our pangs and his own hunger too.
       But he dont after what we been plannin him. Cricky found a halfstick gum Winston left on Cokers dresser Wrigleys still minty and didnt chew it. Thats the first tricky part succeeded. He waffs his hand hidin the gum right in front of that Nicodemon and begins a hiphop. Now the bones is strong inim and wont politely leave his dogbrain all at once. But the mint and power of the dance is stronger. Cricky is really sellin it too so that Dickodogpiss at last presents his head and growls low. Now the dangerous part and I would of done it myself cept it was Cricky who found the gum and he called dibs on it. You want the treat! You want the treat Nicodemus! Cricky says this leanin in way too close for danger and Sniggerdogus is up but Crickys already out the kitchen down the hall ahead of dogstink who skids and lumbers hes trying so hard to get upn runnin.
       I will get only one chance I know. Quicksure with both hands I pop the lid off the pail and grab three layers of white paper and carryout cardboard. Theyre in between I can tell. Now I must save Cricky who is bound on his last dash pass the back room off the kitchen and the back door Winston nailed shut when the Discipulls was bustin up the back porch last summer. I have to dump the stash fast spillin it on the floor of the back room go back to the pantry grab the broom and wait. Crick is a blur but does one last thing quick. He throws the gum on top of the pail its enough. Nicadreamin sways skids and slides some more his head in favor of the pantry his pink wicked monkeys butt slidin toward the back room. Dont matter anyhow were in with the door closed and Dogadumbass bested by us. I dont even care that he growls and is weak from thirst he cant get but drops from the kitchen sink and the bathrooms closed. We will hearim in the dark growlin snarlin waitin for us for five ours before he is quiet sleepin or near dead I cant tell which.   *      *       *