J D's career had been on a tear. Couldn't tell you how many copies of the zombies in Como masterpiece, Da Killa, he'd sold, but they roared out the store weekly. The Star Telegram profiled him, as did Ken with the Weekly later on. Sales stoked red hot. Especially after a public access cable station aired this hard R rated flick in its entirety. And yes, the scene with the hooker was intact.
His CD's, Bustin' Out, Solja Deep, and Comin' Dead Serious provided funds to pay for filming, editing, and copying the voodoo weed and zombie nonsense of Da Killa. Appearing on Texas Hood Connections only increased the fame.
For all this, this was still the record store, and he was still just J D. No one enjoyed immunity from pranks or jokes.
I was returning from the morning bank run via back route past Mott's, Hedary's, Italian Inn. Noticed J D crouched beside that bike. Looked like the chain was loose or busted. His back was to me. I put on sunglasses, rolled down the car window, and crawled the car up behind him.
'Whatcha be doing boyfriend?" I twisted my voice high and effeminate. I sounded like a space-elf, hunting earthman globes.
J D jumped back, totally alarmed.
"You broke your bicycle, little boy?" I continued. "You wanna go with Papa for a ride?"
"Mister - - you just better move your - - Worth-Dogg!"
I grinned. "What's the matter? Don't you like older white guys with big ass cars?"
"Shit, man. You got me good," he slapped his leg and laughed.
"You need a ride to the store, J?" I asked.
"Naw. Chain just popped loose. I'll be at work soon."
I rolled on.
Compared to Joe, however, I was pure bush league.
Months earlier, J had posed with some stand-up poster on the back lift. Latin crooner Ricky Martin or Enrique Iglesias or Juanes. Can't remember now. He liked the absurd.
Then, the Cowtown Ballet shipped us their own stand up. Start thinking Aaron Copland's Rodeo.
Young man wearing Stetson, chaps, gun-belt. Nothing else. Repeat? Naked dancer - hat, chaps, gun outta the holster - that's all, Pilgrim. Several of you are already shouting, "Well, what more do you need?" or "Here's my phone number!" .