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“Hit this and calm your ass down. We’ve got almost an hour drive. I don’t want to be fighting with you. I actually miss you.”
He passed the blunt in his hand. I gladly accepted.
“He’s not riding with you,” Milo disagreed.
“Didn’t I say not to say nothing to me, Dumbo?”
“He’s not,” Malachi concurred.
“Nope.”
“Oh.” Dramatically, Lawe challenged, “Yes the fuck he is.”
“Lawe,” I sighed, knowing exactly how this was about to go.
“Nigga, you want your kneecaps or to ride with them niggas? The choice is yours, but make that motherfucker right now.”
“You for real right now?”
“Did I or did I not say I missed yo’ Black ass?”
He snatched the blunt he’d handed me from my hand.
“You really tripping right now? Right now?”
“Fuck it. You ain’t got to ride with me. I came into this world alone and I’m—”
“You actually came with Ledge,” I reminded him.
“Whatever the fuck. You know what I’m saying, nigga.”
I took a look at my brothers, who had been expecting me to take the ride home with them. Regretfully, I eased closer to Lawe, letting it be known where I stood.
“Y’all niggas chill and shit. Meanwhile, he’s over here professing his love for me. Y’all not doing enough. I have to go where I feel wanted,” I cracked, backing up until I was on the passenger side of Lawe’s ride.
“Come on now, that jail getting to your head, bro. You making it sound like we in some type of relationship or something.”
“Aren’t we?” I sassed, heightening my tone while sliding into his ride.
“Get out. Get the fuck out of my car.”
“Nope.”
“You going straight back to jail, nigga,” Milo warned.
“Come get me if I do.”
“Nah, we’ll wait another twenty-five months.”
“That’s cool. Chem’s one phone call away, nigga!” I yelled over Lawe as he closed the door.
It hadn’t touched the frame before he was burning the rubber off his tires, clearing the parking lot.
Damn, it feels good to be home.
* * *
I didn’t climb out of the shower until my fingers wrinkled and my legs began to hurt from standing so long. The man I stared back at in the mirror no longer resembled a man who was cold, heartless, or on top of the world. This man had plummeted.
