The Adventures of Norvell Jamison

Goodman David

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A supercharged urban thriller.
Inspired by a true character born in 1892 to the son of former slaves, Norvell Jamison grows up in the violent and racially impoverished south under the harsh Jim Crow laws after witnessing a young boy get brutally beaten to death by the Klan. Norvell is traumatized for life. Norvell grows up to be a quick tempered 6-foot 7 inch, 350lbs ultra-violent world wind of destruction whose blood thirsty path leads him to fighting in WWI. Upon leaving the army and after the war, he travels the world seeking adventure. This path would take him to the Belgian Congo, to an encounter with the natives of the land that would transform his life forever by taking Norvell on a bloody path of destruction.

Sujets

• Norvell
• Jamison
• Extreme
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: iUniverse
• Date de parution: 28 juillet 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781663254665
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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THE ADVENTURES OF NORVELL JAMISON
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
DAVID GOODMAN
 
 
 
 
 

 
THE ADVENTURES OF NORVELL JAMISON
 
 
Copyright © 2023 David Goodman.
 
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ISBN: 978-1-6632-5465-8 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-6632-5466-5 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2023913748
 
 
 
 
iUniverse rev. date:  07/14/2023
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
CHAPTER 1
D uring the late 1980s and early ’90s, in the midst of the crack epidemic in Kansas City, Missouri, a rash of people—mainly drug dealers—were coming up missing. One particular drug dealer rose to prominent status. His name was Milton. He had taken over all the drug corners on the east side of town. Milton made hundreds of millions of dollars a month. He had two enforcers who he called Reaper and Spirit, and people who saw those two coming ran in fear. The mere mention of their names would give people goosebumps. Reaper and Spirit were the top generals in Milton’s organization. If someone didn’t take Milton’s packages, he would send Reaper and Spirit to take care of the matter.
One day, word got back to Milton that there was a drug dealer making $100,000 a week on a certain corner. Milton learned that this thirty-year-old man was serving people nonstop all day and decided to pay him a visit. Milton and his two chief enforcers walked up to the man.
“What’s up, my brother? I see you out here grinding. What’s your name?” Milton asked.
With a smirk, the man replied, “My name is Norvell Jamison.”
Milton said, “I got a proposition for you. You start taking some of my packages or else. I’ll give you a chance to keep y’all spot and a sixty-forty split.”
Norvell looked over at the two enforcers to see if they were reaching for their guns. Then he looked back at Milton. “Drop your package off tomorrow. I’m down with y’all.”
As Milton and his two men started to leave, Spirit said, “I’ve seen that guy’s face before, but I can’t place where I saw him.”
Jokingly, Reaper said, “Maybe one of our victims came back from the dead.”
The next day, two of Milton’s workers dropped off the package. One of them said, “Sixty-forty split. Don’t play with Milton’s money, or you’re gonna turn up missing.”
Three days later, one of Milton’s workers came up to him and said, “Boss, that guy whose corner you just took? I think it’s a bad idea.”
Milton asked, “Why?”
“Everybody I know who’s rolled up on this guy hasn’t been seen since. There’s something about him—his eyes stay bloodshot, and his hands are cold as ice. That guy gives me the creeps.”
Reaper said, “We punked him into taking our package with ease.”
“I know,” the worker said, “but something about him just don’t feel right.”
Sunday rolled around, and two of Milton’s men—a worker and a driver—showed up for Norvell’s second delivery and payment.
“Hey, man, this some more product. You sell all dat?” the worker asked.
Norvell said, “Yeah, I sold it.” He showed the worker the money—about $150,000. “I’m keeping the money and the package. Go back and tell your boss that, talking boy.”
The driver got out of the car with his weapon drawn, but before he could get a shot off, Norvell threw the worker into him. Then Norvell picked the worker back up with one hand and dragged him into the back alley. As the driver started to stir, he saw a blinding flash and smelled burnt flesh and sulfur.
Norvell came around the corner with a sneaky, sinister grin. Picking up the product, he said, “I’ll be expecting more product next week.” Then he laughed so loud that it echoed down the block.
The driver quickly peeled off to tell Milton what had happened.
“You mean to tell me he picked up Jeff and threw him into you with one hand?” Milton asked.
The driver said, “Yeah, he threw him like a baseball.”
Reaper asked, “What happened after that? How come you didn’t do anything?”
“By the time I came to,” the driver said, “he’d dragged Jeff into the back alley. I saw a bright flash, and then I smelled something like burnt skin.”
“What happened after that?” Milton asked.
“He came from the back alley and said he was gonna be expecting more product next week. Then he done something.” The worker paused.
Milton said, “Speak, motherfucker! What happened?”
“He started laughing so loud. It was like he had a megaphone.”
Milton looked at Reaper and said, “Call up Spirit and the rest of the crew, and go get that motherfucker. Bring him to me!”
Later that night Spirit, Reaper, and four other soldiers rolled up on Norvell’s corner. To everybody’s surprise, Norvell throws his hands up.
“I’ve been waiting all day for y’all” he said. “Come on. Let’s get this over with. I got people to see and things to do.” He pushed two of the solders out of the way and jumped in the back seat. Then he stuck his head out the window. “Let’s go, motherfucker!”
Reaper and Spirit were puzzled, but they sped off to take Norvell before Milton. Once there, Milton asked Norvell, “What’s up, man? You think you gonna fuck me over, and I’m not gonna make you pay?”
Norvell replied, “Yeah, I’m going to get some more of your product and keep the money. I’m going to do it just ’cause I know I can. What you gonna do about it? You see, Milton, I don’t need a group of young punks to watch my back. I’m a one-man army!”
Milton paused for a brief second and then told Spirit, “Take his ass to the basement.