Pimp Gerald makes his way out of his car, stepping out onto the street he takes a look around to see what the foot traffic is like. Satisfied that there are enough people walking past to generate a good audience he begins looking for a podium. Spotting a set of stone steps leading up to a shop door he walks with the most pimp-tastic swagger toward them. Shoeing some children away from the area he walks up the first few steps and turns to talk to passers by. But it seems nobody has time to stop and listen to what he has to say, he begins to open his mouth and makes eye contact with someone but they look away quickly and keep walking past. Gerald begins to get irate, How dare they. All of these people ignoring him, he is a celebrity...a prodigy..a fabulous and shining example of a man who made it !

Now furious at the ignorance of the crowed he screams at the top of his voice, throwing his hands into the air "BIIIIITTTTCCCHHHHEEESSS!!!"

Many people now stop and turn their heads sharply in his direction, eyebrows raised and heads shaking. Gerald looks around with a huge cheesy grin on his face, now very please with the amount of eyes on him. He waves his hands and gestures people to step in closer and form a crowed around him. Several people begin to step forward, others are not so convinced. Pointing at some of the people not coming closer he whistles and tuts at them. slowly more people begin to move in.

Gerald now completely satisfied with the amount of attention he has managed to acquire begins to speak to the crowed. 

"Good evening to y'all, I am sure a man of my reputation and status needs  no introduction, but just in case some of y'all live under a rock imma do it anyway. I am the fabulous, the amazing, Genius mother fucker Pimp Gerald! and today im gonna give all my die hard fans and adoring admirers the opportunity NAY the PRIVILEGE  of interviewing yours truly !"

Gerald gives off a fantastic pimp pose coupled with a well rehearsed and flawless pimp pose, Gerald then pulls a little frilly pink hanky from his top pocket and lays it down on a step. Gerald squats down making sure his bottom only makes contact with the hanky and then begins to get comfy. He places is hand on his chin and twiddles his little goatee while waiting for the first few questions to come in.

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Driving by, Zero noticed a crowd by the side of the street. Deciding to tune in for a while, she noticed a dude come up on stage and start talking. Apparantly he was some kinda pimp. 

'Let's see what fun events are going to take place on this glorious day' she thought to herself, and sat by, watching from the shadows...

Inside the crowd, next to some very bulky and tall figures pushing people around for a more frontal view, Heartbeat was seen starring into the eyes of the peculiar fellow. His expression was not his usual emotionless one. It was showing signs of irritation.

It seems that the pimp hadn't noticed him. Heartbeat didn't fancy his arrogance, nor the lack of discipline, but he didn't really care altogether about those things, as much as he cared about the stolen 10,000$ of his pockets by the self-proclaimed "pimp".

Joseph, also known as Heartbeat, knew that he could publicly shame the man, but he also knew the rules he signed. The rules that gave meaning to his previously empty life. He decided to go easy on him, see how he reacts, learn more about his behavioural patterns and from which side of town he came.

"Do you fancy being the bad guy around here?" spoke Heartbeat in a cocky way. It was very unusual for him to speak like that. Up till now, even when speaking with Sarah, it was rare for him to show any emotion.

Gerald's head turns sharply, looking now at a man he previously had not noticed. The man asking the question looked uneasy, agitated as if he did not particularly like the astounding Pimp Gerald. Sesing the dislike Gerald decides he is going to change this man's mind and turn him into another Pimp fan boy. 

Gerald let's out a hearty chuckle and makes his way to his feet, approaching the man he stand square in front of him and looks him up and down. He places a hand on the man's shoulder and begins to speak. 

A bad guy huh, why? Because I hit bitches? Because I exploit women? Because I dip pockets, steal collection tins and take from people who have nothing!? 

What are you crazy? In a world where shoot outs happen in streets in the broad daylight? 

In a world where the corruption of the police force ensures the safe operations of criminal enterprises? 

In a world where a man can be publicly awarded and admired for orchistrating the execution of dozens and dozens of people for any given reason? 

My man, my crimes while distasteful and petty are exactly that, petty. 

I'm a man of luxury and opportunity, I see a gap in the market and I take it.. I see a wallet hanging from a pocket I take it, I see a blind man drop a fifty dollar bill.. I take it. Nobody gives you nothing so you gotta take what you want to survive. 

I never killed nobody, I never harmed a hair on the head of any brother. 

Sure I git a bitch from time to time but that's my job, just like you run drugs and break associates out of jail. That's your job, hitting bitches is mine. 

What makes you any less of a bad guy than me? I provide  legitimate and valuable services. I offer the comfort, warmth and excitement of the flesh for a low price. A cheap and safe thrill in the safety of my establishments. If anything that makes me a giver, a provider... A saint... I'm like a black stylish jesus but instead of bread and water I gift booty and hoes to my followers... For a low low price. 

I can see in your eyes you admire me, I can see in your heart that you love me. You just don't understand me brother. But you will, you will come to cheer the name Gerald soon enough like so many already do. 

So why don't you come see me after this Q&A, I'll set you up with the bitch special of the day. Three for the price of one. 

Gerald removes his hand from the man's shoulder and returns to a seated position on the steps. Now convinced he has added a new member to his fan base he breaths a deep sigh of relief. 

Upon Gerald touching the man's right shoulder, Heartbeat straightened his neck, head up, slightly bent to the left, just enough to avoid looking directly into the pimp's face. He showed no signs of weakness. As Gerald spoke, around midway to his arousing speech, what Joseph heard began slowly to muffle. His mind began drifting someplace else. The crowd's murmuring, the sound of footsteps, the voice of the pimp infront of him - all that noise he heard started to echo, slowly going into the background. At that moment, Heartbeat had reminded himself, or rather relived something tragical in his past. As Gerald removed his hand off the man's shoulder, Heartbeat's awareness returned to that of his surroundings.

He sniffed slighty as the pimp was returning to his seat, then looked down at the ground for some seconds, before muttering to himself.

"Yeah... that's the truth ain't it..."

As he turned to leave abruptly from the crowd in a hasty fashion, he could not help but light a cigar on his way, even though he had stopped smoking ever since joining Sarah's crew. In his mind he started talking to himself. "I shouldn't have diverted from my responsibilites. Why did I even pay attention to this... goon. Just another lost soul." There was a pause before he continued.  "A lost soul? What does that make me then, I wonder."