Pimp Gerald is walking the streets of Chicago hours after the shootout that had taken place. he runs his hand along a wall feeling the many bullet holes beneath his fingers. blood splattered all on the kerb and sidewalk. Gerald looks down into the empty street and spots several women sitting up against a beat up low rider. now riddled with wholes, the windows smashed and tyres flat. as Gerald approaches the car he see's blood on the head rest of the drivers seat. the women begin to lift their heads and gaze at the approaching stranger. as he comes closer a beautiful purple coat comes into view....a seemingly familiar pair of jewel encrusted sun glasses sitting beneath a large hat with a green feather tucked into the band.

Gerald walks up to the side of the car and tilts his glasses to peer over the top into the vehicle. he spots a beautiful pink furry coat splattered with blood, draped around the shoulders of what could only be described as the second most fabulous looking playa of all time. Gerald covers his mouth with his hand gasping with disgust. Gerald helps one of the women to her feet and places his hands on her shoulders. 

"what happened here baby doll, This was y'all daddy?"

The woman bursts out into tears, sobbing she nods her head and covers her eyes. the horror of watching her daddy be torn to pieces in a vicious street war, caught in the cross fire haunting her every thought. Gerald makes the holy cross symbol with his gold hanging jewellery cross and kisses it. he looks around the street now spotting more and more women, sitting on steps, slumped up against walls. lying in the gutter. he steps out of the road and as he lifts his foot kicks something which startles him, he stars down at the floor and sees the most fabulous, beautiful, stylish pimp cane he ever did see. slowly Gerald bends down and picks the cane up with great care, he pulls a hanky from his pocket and wipes a few drops of blood from the handle. he turns the cane in his hand, perfectly weighted, perfectly balanced. the perfect pimp cane. 

Gerald looks ahead and takes a few steps...holding the cane out like a royal sceptre he summons the scattered women to him. 

"I Pimp Gerald, Do claim these here bitches in the name of all that is stylish and fabulous. i swear to carry on this pimps legacy, and put a bitch on every corner....and a bitch on every playa!" 

Slowly bringing the cane down he rests it on the first bitch he see's head. 

"I proclaim this bitch right here to be my new bottom bitch....name yourself bitch"

The woman stares into Geralds eyes for a moment....a warm comforting familiar feeling begins to take a hold of her as her world is slowly coming back together  "my name is Roxy.......Daddy"

Gerald lifts the cane from her head and makes a circular motion above his head with the Cain, "round up bitches, round up! Y'all got a new Daddy now!"

as Gerald begins to walk away with all his new bitches in check, he places the pimp cane on the ground and leans into it slightly taking a step, almost instantly his knee gives way and his hips buck to one side. he pauses for a moment wondering what the hell just happened.....taking another step he drops again slightly to one side and his free arm flys up into the air and throws a pimp sign.....he takes a few more steps and his walk becomes even more eccentric and fabulous ...Gerald pauses for a moment and looks closely at the new cane. as he stares a dizzy spell comes over him and he hears a feint voice almost as if the cane was talking to him "Look after my bitches playa, y'all the king now baby"

Gerald shakes his head and snaps back into reality. taking one last glance at the cane he shrugs his shoulders and embraces his new walk. swagging the fuck out of swag he struts down the street.