Hood Rich: The rise and fall of one of Brooklyn's Finest (5 page)

“Ma... why you laughing?”

“I Don’t even know your name!”
I confessed, still laughing. He started laughing too.
“Shit, I don't know yours either... my name is Rich,
what's yours?
“Akira... but its not like you care anyway. I’m just another chick you fucked.”
Rich frowned.
“Naw, I like you shorty... I mean Akira.”
“Yeah that’s what they all say until I tell them my situation. Then niggas change up. Sometimes I want to
kill myself... you know.”
After the words escaped my mouth I thought about
what I said and felt like a fool. I put myself out there
once again like I always do. Not only did I put myself
out there, I just came off like some suicidal wreck. I
just knew for sure that was it. Shit, I wouldn’t even
want to stay around me if I heard some shit like that.
Rich closed his eyes as if he was in deep thought.
“Shorty don’t talk like that. It can't be that deep.”
“It is.” I shot back at him.
“I’m good enough to fuck but not to wife up.”
“Try me.” Rich said while laughing.
“Okay, I’m sixteen, homeless, I ran away from a
placement, and I might be pregnant. See I told you.”
Rich grabbed my hand.
“So... I’m seventeen, and I’m on the run.”
Seventeen, I thought. No, I was thinking he was more
like twenty or twenty-one, and why was he on the
run. I wanted to ask, but I didn’t want him to turn
around and ask me the same question.
“It don’t matter, but like I said its not like you gone
want me, especially if I’m pregnant.”
“You crazy girl, pregnant pussy is the best pussy...
who your baby father.”
“I don't know, I’m gone keep it a hundred percent
wit' you. I just been fucking niggas, staying here and
there. I don't know. See, niggas don’t want shit but
pussy anyway. I know how to cook, clean, suck, fuck,
all that. Why can't a nigga really love me and be wit
me. Everything is all good at first, but then they
switch up.”
I stopped myself from going on about it. I didn’t expect this nigga to be no different from the rest.
“You gone be alright shorty, stop stressing.” Rich said
before he turned on the television. We laid back and
watched television until we fell asleep.
In the morning we went to the furniture store. I
helped Rich pick out a Black leather living room set.
Next we went to J&R in Manhattan to get a flat screen
and a DVD player. We took a yellow cab back to his
house and waited for the furniture to be delivered.
We ordered from Andrew’s Fish Market and sat outside talking. Rich seemed like a nice guy. But just like
the rest, my only question was... how long would it
last?

I called Shakita on a pre-paid I bought from J&R. She
was hysterical. It was bad like I thought it was.
Homer, the homicide detective was looking for me.
They kicked in my moms door, my apartment door,
and the door to the abandoned house on Knickerbocker and Cooper.
Zeke was a rat. I specifically told him the gun was
there to test him. He wanted to meet my connect and
see where my house was so bad. Seemed like Shakita
wasn’t involved. She didn’t ask me where I was. As a
matter of fact she went so far as to tell me not to come
back around the way. I didn’t stay on the phone long.
I had a sick feeling in my stomach as if it was the end.
I realized that this shit was deep as the abyss. The only thing that could hold me was the gun... and they
definitely wasn’t going to find it. I’m glad I was smart
enough to move it. Zeke probably told them I had
drugs too, but they wouldn’t have found any. I didn’t
think about the Central Ave niggas we hit up. If he
told about that, it was a rap.
Now with homicide looking for me I was scared to go
outside. Why take the chance. I had almost two hundred thousand in cash and 285 bricks of pure cocaine
in my basement. I decided that the best thing to do
was to hibernate. I stayed in the house and I planned
to do so until this shit blew over, if it ever would. I
called Shakita from time to time to check on Manny. I
sent him money orders to the jail and I had Akira take
money down to his lawyers office. When I called Mr.
Silva, one of the top criminal lawyers in Brooklyn, he
advised me to save as much as possible. He asked me
if I thought I could disappear for the rest of the year.
That was in September.
For the next 3 months I stayed in the house. My picture was on the channel 2, 4, 5, and 7 news when
Manny's preliminary hearing finally came. They
needed that gun, and boy did they need it. Their
whole case against Manny depended on it. I was upgraded from someone that was wanted for questioning to a possible accomplice. I felt the walls closing in.
From September to December, Akira grew on me. We
did everything together. Eat, sleep, fuck, shower, and
even playing video games. I explained the situation to
Akira, however I never told her about the drugs or
money in the safe or about where I hid the guns. We
talked about everything else. She even had Mr Silva's
information just in case. I trusted Akira.
On December 19th I woke up with the same feeling I
had when I left Halsey Street. I woke Akira up and
told her to pack a bag. In our few months together I
stressed the importance of her not questioning me
when I ask her to do something on the spur of the
moment.
She packed and we left without even showering or
brushing our teeth. We walked down to Nostrand
Ave and got a gypsy cab to Newark, New Jersey.
Once in Newark we found a travel agency downtown
that booked us on a red eye to Orlando, Florida. Akira
had no clue what I was doing. She couldn’t believe it
until the plane actually landed in Orlando. It was 78
degrees and beautiful. We arrived on the cusp of the
morning.
The travel agent in Newark couldn’t book us in the
Disney World hotel on such short notice during the
holiday season. We ended up staying at the Westgate, which was ten minutes from both Disney World
and Universal theme parks. I booked us for four
weeks at twenty eight hundred per week. We had a
jacuzzi, kitchen, balcony, and a nice living room with
a huge flat screen. Once we dropped our bags down
in the suite, Akira jumped on me and whispered in
my ear.
“Baby, you just made my dreams come true, I feel
loved. I don't care if we live in a cardboard box when
we go home, as long as I’m with you.”
I didn’t know what to say. I had bullshit relationships
in the past, however I had never loved any of those
girls, and I never thought any of them loved me. The
only other females I had even had sex with was Shakita and Iyani.
Shakita warned me about bitches that would complicate my life. Did I want to take the risk? This was the
first chick I trusted. I had to. When I had to get low,
she was the one riding. She went food shopping, ran
money to the lawyer, and kept me from going insane.
She also kept me from going back up the way to holler at Zeke for snitching on me. All my life I had been
blocking out everybody. I wanted to let her in, but I
couldn’t.
“I love you Rich, no matter what happens.” Said Akira as she kissed me.
“How much do you love me?” I asked.
“Enough to do anything for you.”
“If I killed somebody, would you help me bury the
body?”
“I'm a ride or die bitch... I'll kill 'em for you.”
I smiled, and I wanted to believe. However I had to
remember Shakita's warning.
“Do you love me?” Akira asked me.
It took what she must have considered too long to respond. She let go of me and sat down on the couch.
“You don't have to answer that. I keep putting myself
out there, its my fault. I know I’m gone get hurt when
somebody better come along or after your situation
changes. I can feel it. What's wrong with me?”
I sat down next to Akira and kissed her on the lips.
“Baby aint nothing wrong with you. You said you
riding for me. I’m gone ride for you the same way.”
I was hoping that would address her concern, but I
could tell she needed more.
“Riding is okay, but I feel like a nut. I’m with you like
twenty-four seven for three months and I do everything to show you that I’m your down ass bitch, but
you never even asked me to be your girl. For all I
know you could fuck another bitch and I can't even
get mad cause we not official.”
I couldn’t help but to laugh. Akira punched me in the
arm.
“No, I’m serious. Niggas do shit like that.”
She took a few more jabs at me before I pinned her
down to the sofa. I kissed her on her neck, and ear. I
knew that would turn her on and make her wet.
I slid those skin tight jeans off her round ass and then
down her thighs and to the floor. I did the same with
her panties. Instead of undressing myself, I went
down on my knees and slid my tongue across,
around, and underneath her clitoris in even soft
strokes. I gradually applied pressure and started
sucking it between my lips. I slid my pointer finger
finger in her pussy and rubbed her g-spot.
I never heard Akira moan and call on my name so
much. I looked up to her face. She appeared to be frozen in time. In a split second I realized why. Akira
had ejaculated, squirting her liquids all over my face
while screaming.
“Awwww. Rich, I love you… stop, stop, stop I can’t
take it.”
Akira pushed me off of her. I unzipped and pulled
down my pants and went back to work on her, this
time using my dick. We never made it to the bedroom, but we sure as hell didn’t miss a spot in the living room. We were laying on the floor butt naked
when Akira rolled over on top of me.
“I got good news and bad news.” She exclaimed.
“Gimme the good news now and the bad news when
we get home.”
“I’m giving you both now. The good news is that I’m
not pregnant. I took a E.P.T. last night. The bad news
is I’m not pregnant. I want to have your baby... but
don’t trip... I’m not trying to get you caught up. I
would be a good baby mom.”
Akira placed her finger over my lips. I assumed she
didn’t want me to ruin her fantasy. I decided to let
her have it for now, but as soon as we get back home,
this bitch is going on Depo!
The rest of the day we spent at Wal-Mart because we
left in so much of a rush. Back in the Villa we sat in
the Jacuzzi and talked most of the night. It was going
smooth and then Akira asked.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yeah” I replied.
“No... do you really trust me?”
“My heart tells me to, but my mind tells me that people get betrayed by people they trust.”
“Would you ever keep a secret from me or lie to me?”
“Hell yeah if it was to protect you or me.”
“From what?”
“The truth. Sometimes it can make you an accomplice
or give somebody an opportunity to use you against
me.”
“Baby I’m never gone go against you.”
“You got any secrets?”
“I got a walk in closet full of skeletons!”
“Thats crazy.”
“Yeah, real crazy.”
“So how big is that walk-in closet?”
“About the size of Disney World!”
“Damn, what’s the craziest thing you ever did?”
I thought about it while I was asking.
“Never mind, don’t answer that.”
I wasn’t in the mood to hear anything that would
make me want to take a trip to the STD clinic.
“What’s the craziest thing you’ve done?” She asked as
she turned off the Jacuzzi.
“Well I was on the phone wit my O.G. while his wifey
was riding and sucking me off.”
“Let me see, I don’t want you to think I’m some type
of smut or something. I mean… I did some crazy shit,
but I did it because I was pressed for somewhere to
stay. Aight here goes… The craziest thing I did was
fuck three niggas at once. One in the mouth, one in
the pussy, and one in…”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa… time out, I get the picture.
Thats crazy, you got me beat.”
“How you learn to eat pussy like that?”
“Watching HBO Real Sex. That was my first time on
some real shit. I only fucked two other chicks, but it
wasn't about nothing.”
We got out the jacuzzi and dried off. Akira's body
was so perfect. Watching the water glisten over her
smooth skin was gratifying. For the rest of the month
we trekked across Disney World and Universal
Theme Parks. We rode roller coasters, watched live
shows, and movie re-enactments. We dined at five
star eateries, and munched on smoked turkey legs
from sidewalk vendors. It was almost like watching
someones vacation footage except we were the footage. This is was both our first vacations and it was
one we would remember forever.
As our vacation came to a close, I thought about
Brooklyn. Back home I had nothing to return to except what I left. The police on my ass, my boy turned
snitch, and God only knows who else. I was seriously
contemplating not going back. Seriously though what
could I do. I spent twenty thousand in one month in
Orlando. It was a lot of money, however we ate good,
and bought a few trinkets to prove our vacation was
real.
The flight back home was turbulent, as was my mind.
I was thinking about Akira. I decided to wife her. I
knew my life would possibly get complicated and I
was ready to deal with it, but was she? There was that
question in my mind. Could she carry the weight?
Would she ride? Would she be there the way I needed
her to? What if she got pregnant? Time would tell, I
thought to myself. I just turned over and kissed her as
she slept.
Our flight back to Newark was diverted to JFK which
at first I thought was a good thing. Turns out the deicing machine in Newark was frozen and there was
too much ice on the runway. After debarking the
plane it was ice cold in the city. Reality began to set
in. Wish I would have stayed in warm, sunny Orlando. I felt a pair of eyes following me. It was a TSA
agent. He turned to his colleague and whispered. He
spoke into his walkie-talkie and the two walked toward us. A police officer also appeared. Running
wasn’t an option I grabbed Akira into my arms and
kissed her.
“Excuse me sir, I need you to step over here.” The
TSA agent said as the police officer drew his pistol.

It felt like someone was literally sucking the blood
from my body. The first time I met somebody that
was real, that wasn’t selling me a dream, damn, this is
what I get. This is fucked up. I could’t help but cry.
Why us? Why did this flight have to get re-routed?
Why did I have to lose him? What did I do to deserve
such a fucked up life? I didn’t have nobody except
Rich… and now he was gone. I was watching my life
flash before my eyes.
The kiss Rich had just given me sent a chill down my
spine. I realized I wouldn't be able to kiss him for a
while. It was hard to stand there watching the police
cart Rich off as if he was a piece of luggage. I couldn’t
tip though, especially given the fact that I was on the
run.
“Baby I love you, I’m gone be sitting by the phone,
call me.”
Tears ran down my face as I stood in the terminal. It
was fortunate that I was carrying the last twenty three
hundred we had left in my pocketbook. I wished life
wasn’t so hard. On the cab ride home I could do nothing but think about Rich. What else could I do. I
walked up to Nostrand avenue like we always did.
Everything I did reminded me of him. With twenty
three hundred left, I figured I had enough to last two
months, but Rich should be home way before then. I
just needed to see Mr. Yilvo and find out what’s up.
The next morning I was up bright and early. I took a
cab to Mr. Yilvo’s office on 8th avenue in mid-town.
Rich had already talked to him. Mr. Yilvo was expecting me. His secretary opened the door to let me in his
office. He sat behind his huge mahogany desk clicking away on his computer.
“Rich was questioned but not charged on the Wilson
Avenue murders. He was released last night to his
caseworkers custody.”
I could feel an overwhelming sense of relief as Mr.
Yilvo laid the good news on me.
“So where is he… when can I see him?”
Mr. Yilvo’s facial expression changed. I could feel
some bad news coming.
“Well... right now he’s in juvie, and pending his family court date he may be released, or committed to a
juvenile facility.”
“What… he’s not even charged with a crime.”
I folded my arms and sat down, caused he owed me
an explanation.
“See the family court system is not just about crime
and punishment. There are a lot of other factors. The
short version is, they are worried, given the fact he
slipped away to Orlando so fast and undetected. The
only reason he was caught is because the TSA agent at
the airport remembered Rich’s face from the news.
the DA wants him to be available should any new evidence come up. If Rich was an adult they couldn’t
hold him. The problem is, the family court system
gives the DA a hundred and one ways to hold him
until he turns eighteen. I’m sorry, but theres nothing I
can do unless they charge him. I wish I could help. I
really do.”
I tried to hold the tears back... I did. They just kept
coming. I couldn’t see or talk to my baby. His birthday is June 30th, only six months away. I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t far off.
“So when can I visit him?”
I guess I could settle for visits.
“I don't think it would be a good idea for you to do
that. You would be risking your own liberty especially given your situation.”
The ride home was long. Those words echoed in my
head… given your situation. The only part he knew
was that I was on the run. He nor Rich knew my last
name. I didn't get too much into it about that. He
knew that I stabbed a bitch up in Nassau County for
setting me up. She was supposed to be my homie. We
were in a group home together in Mineola last January. We had cut school to go with these guys she said
she knew. The crazy thing is that the only thing she
knew is that they paid her sixty dollars to get me
there so they could run the train on me. She left me
there just like that. Bitches aint shit. I fucked one of
them and I was ready to go and then the other one
said:
“Naw we paid for both of us.”
That shit was crazy. I only fucked the one dude cause
I was feeling him, but I wasn’t with the dumb shit.
The one I had fucked ended up holding me down
while his boy fucked me. I saw that bitch at the bus
stop when they dropped me off. I took all her money
and stabbed her the fuck up. After that I saw the Long
Island Railroad train coming. I jumped on it and
headed into the city.
Rich knew that much, but not much more, other than
the shit he probably assumed, correctly. The fact that
it was cold outside so I was willing to chill with anybody that had a crib. If worse came to worse I would
fuck them too. I got used to it, and expected it. Sometimes I even wanted to. Rich was different though.
When we fucked it was like magic. Now these other
guys, they got what they wanted and then a week later they would get tired of me. I would get the boot,
and be in the street again. I would have to start all
over and meet another guy that would hopefully let
me stay with him.
My closet goes deeper though. I been in the system
every since I can remember. Group homes and foster
homes since I was four up to fifteen last year when I
ran away. I had been in Yonkers, New Rochelle, Fort
Washington, Manhasset, and Mt Vernon. I had it
good. Those group homes weren’t as bad as some of
the ones I heard about. But I knew once I stabbed that
girl it was over for me. They would send me to the
worst place they could find or jail. Shit… I thought I
might have done some serious damage to that girl. I
didn’t know, but I didn’t stick around to find out either.
I just needed to hold myself together and figure out
how I was gone maintain myself and hold Rich down
too. I stopped off at Andrew’s Fish Market on Fulton
street. Now I was on first name basis there. I remember meeting Rich like it was yesterday though. They
used to come at my neck for hanging in front of the
restaurant. They didn’t like me too much back then,
but I knew I had a better chance there than at Golden
Krust. Plus when it was cold, the heat would be rushing out the door of Andrew’s Fish Market.
I stood in the front door, exactly as I had done the day
I met Rich. I imagined him sitting there looking up at
me. I stood there smiling for a minute before the cook
broke my trance.
“Hey ma’, you gone order or what?”
I made it back to reality and ordered my food.
“Give me a snow crab platter.”
He looked surprised and I knew why. Rich and I had
become inseparable. To see me alone and only ordering one platter probably took him by surprise.
“Where’s Rich?” He asked.
“He got booked.” I responded.
He raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders.
“Sorry to hear that.” He said.
“It’s cool.” I replied.
When I got home I took a shower. It felt funny getting
in alone. I was so used to our bodies pressed up
against each other, soapy and all. I was used to us
washing each other and making love in the shower. I
stood there as the water slid down my body. After I
turned off the water I could still feel the tears running
down my face. I laid down and watched some re-runs
of The Wire On Demand until the phone rang.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
Oh my god it was my baby. I felt my heart beating
through my skin.
“Baby I love you.”
It was good to hear his voice. I felt a warm relieving
sensation in my heart. .

“Maybe was going all, where you at?”
“I am in Juvie, I’m cool though, they can’t hold a nigga too long. This shit aint about nothing. How you
feeling baby?”
“I’m okay.” I said, lying. I knew he had to know I was
lying my ass off.
“I don’t know how long this shit gone be. They trying to break me. I need you to be strong. Remember
the shit we talked about, I know you out there snapping. I just need you to try to hold it together. Okay?”
“Okay baby… you need anything?”
“Yeah I need a deuce, and some white tees, boxers,
and socks. Take it to Mr. Yilvo’s office. You know you
can’t come down here.”
“Yeah I know baby, I wish I could.”
I cry as I listened to the silence on the phone. It was
good to hear from him though. At least I could get
through the day.
The next morning I headed straight to the ave to cop
Rich some underwear. I took it and the money down
to Mr. Yilvo’s office. After leaving the office I hit Albee Square Mall to get my hands and feet done. I did
little bit of shopping and headed home. The emptiness I felt the day before came back. I was still missing Rich. There was a lot that I didn’t know about
Rich, but I knew that I loved him, and I was riding.
That’s all that matters as far as I was concerned.
I turned on the television. The Channel 7 news was
on…

“… 6 young men were murdered in a Wilson Avenue shootout last summer. There was a surviving victim, however he was murdered early this morning
execution style at the site of the original murders. Action news Oliver Cole is on the scene as we speak.”
“Action news this is Oliver Cole reporting live from
the Bushwick section of Brooklyn. I am at the intersection of Wilson Avenue and Cooper Street where a
man was executed before dawn this morning.
The victim was found tied and bound. He appeared
to be beaten to death. The coroner’s office has not issued any statements or ruling on the cause of death.
Associated Press has received pictures taken by camera phone of the victim. Action news has decided not
to show the images, they are grotesque. The victim
again, was tied and bound with a broom handle stuck
in his rectum. There was a dead rat placed in his
mouth. The victim was dressed in a skirt, blouse, and
wig. The victim also had lipstick on.
The photos did not appear to have been taken where
the body was found. They were taken yesterday
sometime before 11 AM when the images appeared
on YouTube. Police are investigating the photos and
their origin. The victim was a state witness in a multiple murder case against Manuel Bryant.
There was one more potential witness or accomplice
the police were trying to track down. His identity being withheld, he is a juvenile. Police have found him
and he’s being questioned. No charges had been filed
against the juvenile. These murders appear to be connected. The police commissioner will be issuing a
statement this evening. He is urging witnesses to
come forward. Call the crime stoppers hotline or your
local police precinct. Witness protection will be available. This is Oliver Cole for Channel 7 action news.”

Oh this is not happening, I thought I felt a knot in my
stomach about this whole situation. I was confident
they didn’t have anything on Rich, but this was getting out of hand. Now I see why they wanted to keep
Rich so bad. I muted the television while I called in
my order to Andrew’s Fish Market. My back was
turned to the TV. As soon as I turned back around I
saw Mr. Yilvo being taken by the police out of his office in handcuffs. I turned the volume up and just
that fast they had cut to a different story.
Shit shit shit shit shit… they are fucking wit my life
and fucking up my dream. They got me fucked up. I
called my weed connect and walked to Andrew’s Fish
Market.
We did that religiously, Rich and I. We ate from Andrew’s Fish Market and met up with our weed connect, Erik. We usually smoked on the way home unless it was too cold outside.
Erik was from Marcy projects. They was taking over
Nostrand Ave. I fucked wit Erik when I first came
back to the city. I didn’t think he remembered until he
let on to it. I was walking out of Andrew’s Fish Market when he walked up.
“What up ma’, where ya dude at?”
“He not here why? Just give me my trees and keep it
moving.”
Thats when he let me have it raw, right there in front
of everybody.
“You smelling ya self a little bit too much lil’ bitch.
Last year you was fucking and sucking all my niggas
in the ‘jects for chicken wings and french fries. Don’t
style on me whore. That nigga cleaned you up and
got you gassed. That shit don’t mean nothing to me.
You still the same bitch that could suck the bullet out
a gun on safety, so don’t talk that fly shit to me.”
I held the tears back, but I was truly hurt inside. My
day and my week was already fucked up. I was frozen for a moment until I lashed back at him.
“Fuck you, dirty ass, broke ass pack boy. Get ya fucking weight up. Matter fact, fuck that dookey ass weed
too. Fuck outta here you bitch ass nigga.”
The look in his eyes told me to shut my mouth. I
stopped and went back into Andrew’s Fish Market. I
sat down and ate my food there. I didn’t here from
Rich all day or night. I was beginning to worry if
something had happened, and then I thought, he’s
probably in protective custody or something like that.
I went to Mr. Yilvo’s office and it was shut down. He
never appeared on the news again, neither did Rich. I
tuned in everyday. I wish I could just talk to him or
he could at least send me a letter.
Being lonely is crazy. The only thing I could do was
eat, sleep, watch television, and shop.
I was down to the last five hundred dollars when it
hit me. On my way to Fulton street, I checked the
mail. The gas bill was two hundred, the electric bill
was one-fifty, the cable was one-sixty, and the phone
was fifty. I didn't even have enough to cover the utilities… and the rent would be due soon too.
All I could think of was the street. I couldn't go back
to going place to place. I got a nice spot with my man,
and I need to hold it down for him and for myself. Between the hawk being out out and my pride, I had to
keep the spot.
I had nobody to turn to. No friends, no family. I was
in the system since I was a toddler. I couldn't give a
fuck about what happened or where my family was.
As far as I was concerned, fuck ‘em, they gave up on
me anyway.
With me on the run and all, how was I going to get a
job. All I had was my Mineola High School ID. I
needed a state ID and a social security card. I didn't
even know the number.
I still needed to buy some food or my ass was gone
starve… damn. Fuck Fulton street. I sat down on the
couch and called Erik. I know I cussed him out, but
shit, I needed to get high.
“Hello… oh what the fuck you want Mrs. High Power!”
“Come on Erik, I need some tree… I was bugging the
other day”
“Oh you sound nice and sweet when you need a nigga, where you at?
“I’m on my way to Andrew’s Fish Market”
“Aight”
I walked out the door thinking fuck it. I may as well
get high and start trying to figure out a plan, cause I
was not going to be like I was last year, looking and
waiting for a nigga to let me spend the night. I knew I
was better than that. I stood outside Andrew’s Fish
Market for fifth-teen minutes. If I didn't need the
weed so bad I would of been left. Erik finally came
walking up the street with some shorty.
“What up yo, you had me waiting long as shit, I need
two dimes.”
I looked in her eyes and saw myself a year ago. She
was young and pretty. I knew them Marcy niggas
was probably running trizz on her. Not that I was
eyeballing her but she had a ass bigger than mine,
and mines is big. We had the same light brown complexion though she was a tad lighter than me. We
were about the same size and height.
Erik took the twenty dollar bill out my hand.
“So you extra nice now ma, you be lucky if I even
serve ya ass.”
I could tell by the look in Erik's face that he was egging me on to say some shit to him. He wanted an excuse not to serve me. I know thats what he was fishing for and I was not going to give him the satisfaction.
“You did say my weed was dookey didn't you?”
“Erik, you know I was just mad, I was stressing.”
“Aight, but next time don’t let ya mouth write a check
ya ass can’t cash.”