GIBRAN TARIQ
Bio
I was a crook. Now, I'm a writer
Stories (9/0)
RUNNING WIT' DA DEVIL
Yeah, I could have been something special, but one night I saw something that had rocked my world. From almost the very first day that I was able to discern the nuances of speech and language, I was cautioned against going on 7th Street at night, especially a Friday night. During the day, 7th Street, it seemed, was no different than 6th Street where I stayed, but on the weekend, something or someone—the devil, perhaps—shook 7th Street up until it vomited, throwing up all the bitterness and anger of helpless niggas trapped in a maze of hopelessness.
By GIBRAN TARIQ2 years ago in Confessions
UNFINISHED BIZ'NESS
It has happened before. In fact, it has happened quite a few times, but this morning it felt somewhat surreal. I still want to rob an armored truck! Not that I would, but yeah, the thrill of the heist still lingers in the depths of my soul. And this morning when I stumbled upon a parked Loomis Truck, I felt ready to make a move. For some odd reason, all those hidden instincts kicked in and I was instantly zoned in. In the early morning fog, the truck seemed so vulnerable.
By GIBRAN TARIQ2 years ago in Criminal
WHO AM I?
For most of my life, I was the guy most wannabe thugs wished they could have been. Officially declared a “Menace 2 Society”, I was sentenced to almost 30 years in federal prison for my role as mastermind of a series of daring bank robberies in the 70s. Two involved shootouts. One with the police. The other with a private citizen in a bank parking lot where I narrowly missed being killed. While confined, I took part in an even more brazen prison escape. Yet, despite this seeming penchant for violence, I consoled myself with the notion that I was a saint trapped inside a gangsta’s body, and oddly enough, this wasn’t far from the truth.
By GIBRAN TARIQ2 years ago in Confessions
THE FAR SIDE
Usually, in most “war” stories, you always hear or read the grandiose tales about the wives, the girlfriends, and the mistresses, but rarely do you hear or read a mumbling word about what lurks on the far side of the story---the law. In my many years of hustling in the streets, I had two law enforcement agents, in particular, that dogged me relentlessly. The first was a FBI agent, Joe Kenny, and the second one was a vice cop called Rambo. Both operated very differently, but both were very good at what they did which was putting the bad guys in jail.
By GIBRAN TARIQ2 years ago in Criminal
THE AMEN GAME
Once Pearl was out of the menacing company of Sista Benson, she struggled with the inner turmoil she felt. How could the black church be so vengeful? All she had wanted to do had been to regain the innocence that had been stolen from her so long ago. Tears welled in her chocolate eyes, but she realized that crying would not remove her pain or take away her disappointment.
By GIBRAN TARIQ2 years ago in Fiction
AFTER THE BANK ROBBERY
It was the longest night of my life. When the prison guard locked us in the cell for the night, I knew that sleep would be out of the question because in about five hours, I was going to escape----or at least try to. Along with four other brothers from out of DC, we had put together an escape plan that we felt would land us on the other side of the fence.
By GIBRAN TARIQ2 years ago in Fiction
MY 1st BANK JOB
FREEZE! We rushed inside the bank so quickly that the bank employees looked like it was the end of the world as they knew it. We had caught them with their underwear down! They were bullshitting, laughing and talking, and we never permitted them the chance to regain their composure.
By GIBRAN TARIQ2 years ago in Criminal
MY 1st BANK JOB
Five minutes after my eyes opened, I made a phone call to my partner and sighed in relief to discover that our heist was still on for this morning. I inwardly applauded our plan to get some money and I crossed my fingers, hoping that the bank would be loaded with cash because at nineteen, I was sick and tired of being broke. I had grown weary of praying to God to let a sack of money fall off the back of a Wells Fargo Truck, so I resolved to end my career as a broke nigga, and today was the first day for the rest of my life. And as my own financial strategist, all roads led to The North Carolina National Bank.
By GIBRAN TARIQ2 years ago in Criminal