in all kinds of dumb shit. Peep CNN, that’s
me r unning from the police. I would never set ya’ll up.”
“ Nigga where you at?” Blazack asked. I didn’t like the tone of
his voice. It took a few seconds to answer, I’m sure he noticed.
Trina made a face at me as I answered, “I’m in Tallahassee. It’s
sweet. I’ve already hit a lick for some grands.”
“ Fuck that nigga, you was the one that introduced us to that
hot-ass nigga.” Blazack was on some serious death before dishon-
or shit. That was cool unless the wrath of his anger was directed at
you. Trying to stop him was like trying to stop a suicide terrorist.
He simply did not care.
“ Dre’s grandfather lives in Sarasota,” I blurted out.
“ Let’s kidnap that fool!” Blazack said coldly. I didn’t answer,
Blazack was crazy like that. One thing was for sure, someone’s
family would be receiving an unwanted visit from him.
“ Look man, the spot is hot as hell here. Let me come down
there until shit cool down and together we can look for that nigga
Dre’. You know what they say, three can keep a secret, if two are
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dead,” Blazack said.
I pondered over his riddle, the math did not come out right,
but I owed an allegiance to my nigga Cal. Blazack was his own
man, which by code would make him my man, too. At least help
him get out of this mess, that I felt responsible for getting him in.
We made plans. I was to Western Union him the money to come
to Tallahassee. One of the biggest mistakes I ever made in my life.
I walked back to the bed with the feeling a man has when he
knows he has just fucked up by not following his first mind.
Trina sat up in bed and the covers fell to her waist. Suddenly,
I had an urge to beat in her guts again. She fired up the roach and
took two pulls which almost choked her. “Smoke this, it will make
you feel better.” I took it, and watched as she padded to the bath-
room. Her ass looked like Serena Williams’, only finer. She closed
the door, at least I thought she did. I counted out my stash and
hid it under the carpet.
She returned smelling like soap and something else sweet. We
had an idle conversation as she made the bed, until I suddenly
remembered about Dre’, and the likelihood that he had family in
Tallahassee, which meant that he could have possibly been hus-
tling there, too.
“ You know a nigga named Dre’. Drives a sky blue caddy on
dubs?”
She stopped making the bed momentarily as if to think. I
admired the gap between her legs as she bent over. She shrugged
her shoulders no, but I kind of got the feeling she was lying. We
got back in bed. It was a quarter after four in the morning.
After we got cozy, she snuggled up close against me and whis-
pered in my ear like she was still hot and horny.
“ Have you ever tried a sixty nine position?” she asked mis-
chievously. Her hand went under the covers on a mission. I resis-
ted the urge to laugh. Trina was trying to beat me for my head.
Oral sex that is.
“ I don’t eat pussy.” I lied. I felt her body stiffen and then relax.
“ You want me to do you again?” She said it like a dare. She held
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the hard response to her question in her hands. Then she closed
her eyes and went into that utopia where women go when they’re
being sexy and sweet and it’s as natural for them as breathing.
With her eyes closed, she took me on a trek down memory lane.
“ I was born in New York. I’m the youngest, and only girl. My
father has been dead now for about eight years. When he died, my
world came crashing down. My mom is African American, and
dad Cuban. Word is bond, he taught me so much.” Her eyes
popped open, she looked at me as if she were pleading. She con-
tinued, “I can cook dope, cut, weigh and sell it. That’s where Nina
Brown came in at.” She removed a lock of hair from her forehead,
adjusted her pillow and leaned toward me. I had to strain my
me r unning from the police. I would never set ya’ll up.”
“ Nigga where you at?” Blazack asked. I didn’t like the tone of
his voice. It took a few seconds to answer, I’m sure he noticed.
Trina made a face at me as I answered, “I’m in Tallahassee. It’s
sweet. I’ve already hit a lick for some grands.”
“ Fuck that nigga, you was the one that introduced us to that
hot-ass nigga.” Blazack was on some serious death before dishon-
or shit. That was cool unless the wrath of his anger was directed at
you. Trying to stop him was like trying to stop a suicide terrorist.
He simply did not care.
“ Dre’s grandfather lives in Sarasota,” I blurted out.
“ Let’s kidnap that fool!” Blazack said coldly. I didn’t answer,
Blazack was crazy like that. One thing was for sure, someone’s
family would be receiving an unwanted visit from him.
“ Look man, the spot is hot as hell here. Let me come down
there until shit cool down and together we can look for that nigga
Dre’. You know what they say, three can keep a secret, if two are
71
L i f e
dead,” Blazack said.
I pondered over his riddle, the math did not come out right,
but I owed an allegiance to my nigga Cal. Blazack was his own
man, which by code would make him my man, too. At least help
him get out of this mess, that I felt responsible for getting him in.
We made plans. I was to Western Union him the money to come
to Tallahassee. One of the biggest mistakes I ever made in my life.
I walked back to the bed with the feeling a man has when he
knows he has just fucked up by not following his first mind.
Trina sat up in bed and the covers fell to her waist. Suddenly,
I had an urge to beat in her guts again. She fired up the roach and
took two pulls which almost choked her. “Smoke this, it will make
you feel better.” I took it, and watched as she padded to the bath-
room. Her ass looked like Serena Williams’, only finer. She closed
the door, at least I thought she did. I counted out my stash and
hid it under the carpet.
She returned smelling like soap and something else sweet. We
had an idle conversation as she made the bed, until I suddenly
remembered about Dre’, and the likelihood that he had family in
Tallahassee, which meant that he could have possibly been hus-
tling there, too.
“ You know a nigga named Dre’. Drives a sky blue caddy on
dubs?”
She stopped making the bed momentarily as if to think. I
admired the gap between her legs as she bent over. She shrugged
her shoulders no, but I kind of got the feeling she was lying. We
got back in bed. It was a quarter after four in the morning.
After we got cozy, she snuggled up close against me and whis-
pered in my ear like she was still hot and horny.
“ Have you ever tried a sixty nine position?” she asked mis-
chievously. Her hand went under the covers on a mission. I resis-
ted the urge to laugh. Trina was trying to beat me for my head.
Oral sex that is.
“ I don’t eat pussy.” I lied. I felt her body stiffen and then relax.
“ You want me to do you again?” She said it like a dare. She held
72
L i f e
the hard response to her question in her hands. Then she closed
her eyes and went into that utopia where women go when they’re
being sexy and sweet and it’s as natural for them as breathing.
With her eyes closed, she took me on a trek down memory lane.
“ I was born in New York. I’m the youngest, and only girl. My
father has been dead now for about eight years. When he died, my
world came crashing down. My mom is African American, and
dad Cuban. Word is bond, he taught me so much.” Her eyes
popped open, she looked at me as if she were pleading. She con-
tinued, “I can cook dope, cut, weigh and sell it. That’s where Nina
Brown came in at.” She removed a lock of hair from her forehead,
adjusted her pillow and leaned toward me. I had to strain my
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