A Hot Mess by Edd McNair Page B

then at her breasts. They looked as if they were trying to get at him. “Gotdamn, girl! Got me ready to snatch you up,” he joked.
    He knew she would always be Minke’s girl, but if she let him, he would fuck her. She was always like that to him since the first day he saw her, and now that extra weight meant nothing. After twelve years, who hadn’t gotten bigger? He was a 200 solid beast when she last saw him, now he was pushing 350, mostly fat.
    â€œWhere my baby daddy at, boy? You crazy.”
    â€œIn New York,” he said.
    â€œWell, I need you to get him a message for me. Can you do that?”
    â€œYeah. Fuck you been up to? Don’t act like we strangers, girl. We done hung. You used to stop by and holla, even when you and Minke was together. He ain’t never mind you coming by, smoking and hanging with the god. Don’t get new!” Sizemo smirked.
    â€œI know. You know we always been cool, Sizemo. You know I been through it.”
    â€œAll right, all right. What you doing later?” he asked, not wanting her to get started on personal shit in the shop. “Well, hold tight. I’ll be finished in a few. We can put one in the air and catch up.”
    â€œSounds good. Hope you gonna feed me,” she said seriously. “Shit! Ain’t nothing change.”
    â€œGive me a second,” he said smiling and shaking his head.
    When Sizemo finished his last appointment, him and Joy jumped in his Tahoe and headed to Applebee’s. As soon as they got in the truck, the sounds began to blast, and he lit the Dutch that sat in the ashtray.
    â€œAin’t nothing change, baby, but the weight.” Sizemo passed her the slow-burning Dutch.
    â€œI see, nigga. You know I know how you do.” She laughed. “I also know you better not make me fuck a bitch up for rolling in the street with ya. Know you still running hoes.” She laughed as she passed the Dutch back.
    â€œNaw, ain’t shit change, but now I want my own bitch. Got to have my own,” he said.
    â€œSo whatever happened to Pat? That was yo’ bitch. You two muthafuckas used to go at it.”
    â€œYou ain’t lying. She was one of the good ones, but you know, I felt I made a better choice when I met Rhonda. And I did. Then I felt I did better when I met Carmen. And I did. Then came Lelani, and she was the fucking bomb. But ain’t none of them hoes make me marry ’em. So then came Kamrin. Kam-Kam. That’s my baby. She at work right now. RN. Bitch really got it going on, so I’m moving slow right now,” he said seriously.
    â€œShit, yo big ass ain’t got no choice but to move slow.”
    â€œLook who talking. When you walked in the shop, I was like, Damn! Who’s this wobbling in here with those big-ass titties? ” Sizemo laughed as he parked.
    â€œShit! Nigga, I was like, Who this fat dike-bitch with big-ass titties? Then I said, Oh God, that’s Sizemo. Nigga, you need a bra.” Joy laughed.
    â€œFuck you, girl! But yo’ ass right. I should’ve been back in the gym. This shit is pathetic,” he said, grabbing his stomach and chest. “And now both our big asses going in here and get bigger.”
    Sizemo and Joy bust out laughing together.
    She closed the door. “Niggas still on the cute face and begging to touch the girls.”
    â€œAnd bitches still giving me pussy and fighting over this dick, so I’m all right.”
    â€œPicture yo big ass fucking. All them hoes see is money. The cool fat guy in the Jordans, Rocawear gear, New York fitted, pushing the nice truck, and they see money.” Joy smirked.
    â€œAll they better see is this dick, because that’s all a nigga giving away,” he said, smiling as they sat down.
    â€œYou right. You ain’t change.”
    â€œNever will, my nigga, never will. Let’s sit at the bar. Double Patrón!” he yelled as he sat down. “What you want,