Chicken Joe Novels & Stories

Jozzer and I went to the mall, and I thought we’d be watching a movie just like I did with Jordan, but he took me to a restaurant first. At that restaurant, you actually cook the food yourself. There was beef, pork, and chicken. Some were marinated, and some were spicy. Various vegetables were served in front of me, along with unique dipping sauces, oil, eggs, and other things I didn't know the names of. I almost spat out what Jozzer called "kimchi" because of how spicy it was.

“Hell, I wish! Don’t think I haven’t tried. To this day, I swear Joe knows something. I never could get it out of him, though.” “Why would he be mixed up with Marty?” Jackie asked. “Hell, if Marty knows I sell moonshine you can bet your sweet ass he knows Joe sells drugs on the side.” “Joe sells drugs,” the sisters said in unison. “Yeah, weed mostly. I’ve bought product off him. I don’t know who his supplier is, but it’s good stuff. How’d you girls think he’s been able to keep the diner open during the recession?” “We just thought he had deeper pockets than us,” Jodi stated.

he asked, starting his engine. "This size," I demonstrated with my hand and he laughed. We drove to Riggs chicken, a top notch restaurant that sold delicious crispy chicken. It got its name from constant delivery of nice chicken. It was a die for. "I wait in here I will go buy the chicken," Jacob said, killing the engine of his car once arrived at the restaurant. "Okay," I agreed, sitting down quietly as he trudged into the restaurant. "Oh, hey I didn't know you were here. Omo!, I know who you are," a pretty young lady referred to me as she passed my car.

Obviously, he didn't like Lisa, and I could not blame him. "Who is Joey?" I asked. "Joey McBride. The guy that owns the Joe's Car wash," he said, and I was stunned. "Fat Joey?" I said, and he began to laugh because that was what we called the guy. "He has lost a lot of weight now. With muscles and all and the carwash business is doing good. He has money now," Mike told me, and I was happy about this news.

"This is.... nice." I muttered awkwardly while staring at the weird looking restaurant. We're in the Denovan Central Mall and in this mall has this red colored restaurant with a huge yellow chicken sign. Oh, and a chicken mascot. "Daddy! Daddy! Look! It's a chicken!!" Charlie grinned, pointing towards the mascot. "I want to be one!" I pitied the person in that chicken right now, it must be hot. "MR. LANGSTON!" A voice boomed behind us.