it’s pretty rough
looking…but we got plenty of helping hands.” I nodded and glanced
at all of them. They all looked like babies that weren’t even out
of high school yet, but found themselves in the legal system and
didn’t know where to go from here. “Well no time like the present,
so what are the plans for today?” I asked not caring to waste any
more time conversing about nothing.
Clay motioned for me to
follow him making his way to the nearby picnic table covered in
papers. “Pastor Wallace gave us a list of what we needed to do
concerning the church.” He picked up some sheets and handed them to
me. “Now concerning expanding the back area none of us have a clue,
so we figured we get some advice from contractor or something.” I
looked over the maintenance papers and down at the floor plans.
“Well we need to take out that back wall first, get some ply wood
to get the shape of the expanded area modeled, and then we just go
from there.” He looked at me in disbelief like I was speaking a
foreign language or something. “You know how to do all this stuff?”
He asked in shock. I shook my head and smiled, I guess I did have
an advantage over the group being that I was older and was taught
to fix a little something here and there.
“ Keep living boy you’ll
pick up a few things yourself…now I need about five of y’all to
start painting the church walls…the other five can start working on
the inside fixing the pews, the door handles, and
bathrooms…everybody else can help me with the roof for today.” They
looked at me as if they were lost. Then it dawned on me that I was
the rookie on the field trying to give orders…but then again I am
the old head here in on this block. If anything these little jokers
needed to be listening to me. “What’s the problem? Ya’ll hard of
hearing? Are your legs broke?” I asked them sternly. Clay finally
spoke up.
“ Naw everything good but
um…”
“ What?”
“ We aint got no paint or
equipment and stuff like that?”
He admitted looking at me
like a deer in headlights. I stepped back and looked at them like
they were crazy. “So were y’all planning on super gluing everything
together?” I chuckled. Clay smiled in embarrassment. “No…Pastor
gave us some money from the building fund but we didn’t know what
to get specifically. We have been trying to come up with a
legitimate plan or something.” I shook my head; I figured they
would be a little lost as to how to properly go about doing
something like this especially at their age. I guess it was time I
took things into my own hands. “Well… everybody follow me?” They
looked at each other confusingly…Clay finally spoke up. “Where we
going?”
“ We need tools and stuff to
work right…we can ride into town and get what we can.” Clay nodded
but still looked confused. “But how do we know what to buy.” I
looked at him pityingly and sighed. “I will tell what to buy, you
guys just follow my lead then we will go from there ok?” “Ok…well I
got my pops truck so I’ll follow you” He said digging in pockets
for his keys. “Good…lets head out.” I said leading the way. Like a
little line of ducks they followed me out of the church.
It was a good thing my
grandmother still kept Grandpa Jacob’s truck, she let me ride in it
being that I was out of a vehicle. It still hurt my heart today
knowing that them damn feds took my Lamborghini…shit. You just
don’t know how badly having my expensive and beautiful whip taken
away from me wounded soul, hell it damn near felt like losing a
child…well almost. For now I would have to do with old blue, he
wasn’t much but he was reliable. I carried half the crew to the
hard ware store while Clay followed behind me with the other half.
We parked in a nearby vacant lot and met up at the corner. “All
right boys….five of y’all go get the paint….other five go get the
patches for the roof and everybody else come with me to get
looking…but we got plenty of helping hands.” I nodded and glanced
at all of them. They all looked like babies that weren’t even out
of high school yet, but found themselves in the legal system and
didn’t know where to go from here. “Well no time like the present,
so what are the plans for today?” I asked not caring to waste any
more time conversing about nothing.
Clay motioned for me to
follow him making his way to the nearby picnic table covered in
papers. “Pastor Wallace gave us a list of what we needed to do
concerning the church.” He picked up some sheets and handed them to
me. “Now concerning expanding the back area none of us have a clue,
so we figured we get some advice from contractor or something.” I
looked over the maintenance papers and down at the floor plans.
“Well we need to take out that back wall first, get some ply wood
to get the shape of the expanded area modeled, and then we just go
from there.” He looked at me in disbelief like I was speaking a
foreign language or something. “You know how to do all this stuff?”
He asked in shock. I shook my head and smiled, I guess I did have
an advantage over the group being that I was older and was taught
to fix a little something here and there.
“ Keep living boy you’ll
pick up a few things yourself…now I need about five of y’all to
start painting the church walls…the other five can start working on
the inside fixing the pews, the door handles, and
bathrooms…everybody else can help me with the roof for today.” They
looked at me as if they were lost. Then it dawned on me that I was
the rookie on the field trying to give orders…but then again I am
the old head here in on this block. If anything these little jokers
needed to be listening to me. “What’s the problem? Ya’ll hard of
hearing? Are your legs broke?” I asked them sternly. Clay finally
spoke up.
“ Naw everything good but
um…”
“ What?”
“ We aint got no paint or
equipment and stuff like that?”
He admitted looking at me
like a deer in headlights. I stepped back and looked at them like
they were crazy. “So were y’all planning on super gluing everything
together?” I chuckled. Clay smiled in embarrassment. “No…Pastor
gave us some money from the building fund but we didn’t know what
to get specifically. We have been trying to come up with a
legitimate plan or something.” I shook my head; I figured they
would be a little lost as to how to properly go about doing
something like this especially at their age. I guess it was time I
took things into my own hands. “Well… everybody follow me?” They
looked at each other confusingly…Clay finally spoke up. “Where we
going?”
“ We need tools and stuff to
work right…we can ride into town and get what we can.” Clay nodded
but still looked confused. “But how do we know what to buy.” I
looked at him pityingly and sighed. “I will tell what to buy, you
guys just follow my lead then we will go from there ok?” “Ok…well I
got my pops truck so I’ll follow you” He said digging in pockets
for his keys. “Good…lets head out.” I said leading the way. Like a
little line of ducks they followed me out of the church.
It was a good thing my
grandmother still kept Grandpa Jacob’s truck, she let me ride in it
being that I was out of a vehicle. It still hurt my heart today
knowing that them damn feds took my Lamborghini…shit. You just
don’t know how badly having my expensive and beautiful whip taken
away from me wounded soul, hell it damn near felt like losing a
child…well almost. For now I would have to do with old blue, he
wasn’t much but he was reliable. I carried half the crew to the
hard ware store while Clay followed behind me with the other half.
We parked in a nearby vacant lot and met up at the corner. “All
right boys….five of y’all go get the paint….other five go get the
patches for the roof and everybody else come with me to get
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