Michael and the Fifth Street Kings Pt1

In which you meet most of the major players

Michael and the Fifth Street Kings Pt1

‘So, what happened with the Fifth Street Kings. I read the after action reports.’

‘Do you know the Delta guy who said ‘In Iraq, after we lost half the team, we’d have just called in a JDAMs.’

‘I do,’ Derrick said. ‘When I looked at the AAR my first reaction was, honestly, ‘That’s a kid I wouldn’t mind calling son.’ Then it turned out you were my son.’

‘Thanks, Dad,’ Michael said, smiling. ‘That one’s so long… you best be staying over.

‘So there I was, no shit…

‘Eleven years old, driving a Black Cadillac Escalade ninety miles an hour down a residential street marked for thirty.’

Michael made a gesture like turning a steering wheel with his hands above head height.

‘There’s a bullet hole in the windshield that is still dripping blood and brains… I’m also sitting in same.

‘My social worker is in the passenger seat hanging onto the grab bar, cause she didn’t put on her seatbelt like I told her, screaming: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

‘To which I reply: Bitch, you ever heard a ‘Drive it like you stole it?’ This is DRIVE IT LIKE YOU JUST KILT TWO MOTHERFUCKERS AN STOLE IT!

Some heavy metal guitar here. Wohnau, nawnauw…

Michael and the Fifth Street Kings!

Story really starts in first grade. No shit.