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“He told us. You raised a good boy, Jashae. I tell you that all the time,” my grandmother let me know.
“I’m coming with you to look for a dress. You got to turn the whole fuckin’ homecoming out,” Mahogany let me know.
All I could do was laugh at her silly ass comment.
“Oh yeah. Why you didn’t tell me that Miami was over your house the other night?” Mahogany said, switching the subject quick as hell and jumping right into another one.
“It was nothing worth telling. He came over looking for Vonte,” I told her.
“Yeah, but Vonte wasn’t there. Spill the tea, hoe,” she pried.
My grandma acted like she was so focused on cooking whatever she was cooking, but I knew that she was listening to our conversation. She knew Miami, and she also knew that he and Trip were actually friends once upon a time.
“Girl, it was late at night, and somebody knocked on the door. I came with the knife in my hand because no one ever knocks on my door at that time of the night. Lo and behold, it’s Miami’s fine ass on the other side of the door. Mahogany, that man knows he wasn’t right coming to my door looking like that. Chest out, tattoos showing, smelling good, and he’s gotten bigger. Bigger with just pure muscle. He was looking for Vonte, but I told him that he was at the movies, so he ended up staying until Vonte got back. We talked about everything from his daughter, Trip, me dating, all of that. It’s been so long since I had a conversation with a man outside of Trip that when it was time for him to leave, I didn’t want him to,” I voiced.
“I saw him at the club later on that night. I told him that he needs to take you away from Trip,” she said, and I looked at her like she was crazy.
I still wanted to know what he said, though.
“And what did he say?” I asked. I’m not sure why, but I was nervous as I waited for her to answer me.
“He never got the chance to answer because his asshole of a friend jumped in. I didn’t even catch dude’s name, but I know that I hate his disrespectful ass. Really had me ready to kick off my red bottoms in the middle of the club and knock his
ass out with them,” Mahogany said, rolling her eyes in the top of her head.
At this point, Vonte had called my grandmother to the back room so he could show her something, so it left just Mahogany and me to our conversation.
“What does he look like? I probably know him,” I said.
“Fine. That’s what he looks like. Too fuckin’ fine. His skin complexion is just a few shades darker than Miami. Now that I think about it, they actually kind of resemble each other. He’s cocky built just like Miami, a whole bunch of tattoos on his arms, some good hair that was in waves, and he had a tattoo on his face, right above his eyebrow, that said something that I couldn’t really make out,” Mahogany went on to say.
I knew exactly who she was talking about.
“That’s Miami’s cousin Jabari. He’s from Atlanta. I met him at Miami’s mother’s funeral,” I let her know.
“I can’t stand that nigga. He’s toooo fuckin’ disrespectful, with his fine, big dick ass,” she went on to say, and I laughed.
“Wait, what? How do you even know his dick is big?” I inquired.
“Because his stupid ass showed it to me. Jashae, I swear I just wanted to sit on it right after I sit on his beard,” she said, and I shook my head.
“You’re such a little hoe,” I joked.
“If me loving sex makes me a hoe, then I’ll take it,” she said with a smirk on her face as she stood up to throw the chicken bone and napkin in the trash.
When it came to Mahogany’s sex life, she didn’t hide anything from me. My sex life was literally so nonexistent that I actually found interest in hers when she would tell me about it. Whenever Mahogany talked about men, I could hear it in her voice that it was just sex with them. With Jabari, I couldn’t help but hear what sounded like she may have possibly liked him. Trust me, when a woman says she hates a man, usually it’s because she likes his ass too much, so she forces herself to believe that she hates him.
Look at me for example. For the past two weeks since Trip and I had gotten into it over the phone, I swore that I hated him and that I was done, but come next weekend, I would be the first one on the road to see him Saturday for visitation.
Giovonni “Trip” Young
I stayed up all night last night. One would think that I was a kid getting ready to go to Disney World or some shit in the morning. Truth is, today was visitation, and my girl and my son were coming to see me, so it felt similar to a kid about to go to Disney World. The shit was a magical experience to me, just like Disney World.
I loved visitation day, especially when I got the chance to see my family. I hadn’t seen them in a little over two weeks. Two weeks ago, that’s when Jashae was complaining about being tired, and last week I couldn’t have her come because let’s just say that I was thrown off a little bit by the visitation days. My girl would have come down to the prison and saw that I had another bitch in visiting me, and it would have been lights off for everybody.
I loved the fuck out of Jashae, but these days, it felt like her ass was too busy for a nigga, so I had to explore different options. A nigga got lonely in this bitch, and Jashae didn’t always run to the phone when I called like she used to, so I had to start running after different bitches. Even as a nigga behind these walls serving a fuckin’ life sentence. That still didn’t keep the bitches away. Bitches flocked to me like flies on a shit pile. I can’t even begin to describe the many letters that I receive a day from desperate ass women on the outside of these walls who had somehow managed to find my jail information online and were writing me, wanting to be my girl and shit.
I didn’t love any of those women, but I also wouldn’t lie and say that I wasn’t entertaining them. My biggest entertainment of them all was this fine ass, thick ass bitch who was coming in my cell right now to let me know that my visitors were here. Her name was Officer Hill, but to me, she was Raynell. Fine ass bitch who was risking her freedom and her job by fuckin’ around with me.
