friends. Over the years Cojack had donated money toward team uniforms and football equipment. At least twice a month they would get together and do something nice for the inner-city youth. Some of the mothers even volunteered to come out and assist with the cooking.
Several picnic tables were set up on the basketball court. The grills were burning and the place was swarming with folks happily indulging themselves in the free food and drinks. Alcohol was not allowed, at least not on the premises. But every now and then Mason, Fisher, and a few guys would dip off from the crowd for a quick sip of a forty and a chronic break. Cojack was too involved with the kids to think about dippin’ off even for a second.
“Yo, little man,” Cojack called to one of the boys who played on the football team.
“What's up, Cojack,” the youngen said as he gave Cojack a five.
“What's been up? How are things going?”
“Things is cool.”
“What about school? How's your grades?”
“They a'ight,” the boy answered.
“A'ight don't get you in college,” Cojack said in a serious tone. “A'ight don't get you out the hood. You know what I'm saying, little man?”
The boy put his head down and nodded. “I'm just having problems with math is all. I can't do those fractions and shit.” Cojack sighed. “I mean stuff.”
Cojack stood there and thought for a minute. “What if you had a tutor? Would that help you out?”
The boy laughed and sucked his teeth. “My moms ain't got no money for no tutor.”
“I didn't ask you all that, now did I? If you had a tutor would that help you?”
“Yeah, I guess,” the boy said, shrugging his shoulders.
“You guess?” Cojack asked.
“Yeah, it would. I can get better with some help.”
“Then what do you say maybe twice a week after school you could come here to the rec and work with a math tutor?”
“That sounds good,” the boy said.
“Cool. Then I'll hook it up.”
“Damn, thanks, Cojack,” the boy said. Once again Cojack sighed. “I mean, dang, Mr. Cojack, sir. Thank you.”
Cojack laughed, then patted the kid on the head. “No problem. Now go on and eat up some of this food.”
“Okay,” he said, running off.
Cojack watched him run off and just stood there with a smile on his face. But then a gorgeous chick walked by and he stood there watching her ass instead.
Females crushed the party in packs. They wanted to be wherever the hustlers were. It was such a good day, but something was different for Cojack. Something was missing. His mind was distractedand all he thought about was going to see Robbin again. He remembered the way he had felt the night before, like he was some kind of superman. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try some more of that stuff she had.
FIVE
TWO WEEKS after the picnic the sun was blazing over Richmond's streets, bringing people out to the Midlothian Car Wash in droves. It was more like a car show, the way drivers lined up their whips in front of the car wash for everyone to admire, everything from Hummers, Corvettes, and Escalades to souped-up old-school Caddys.
The chicks were hawking all of the fellas in an attempt to find their flavor, whether it was a dude in a snugly fit wife beater that outlined his cuts and a body covered in tattoos or a clean-cut dude in a Rocawear button-up with khakis.
Cojack cruised up and saw Mason's Philly cap hung to the back as he stood talking to two cuties in a forest green Land Cruiser. Co-jack got out of his Lexus. His iced-out chain and Rolex glistened in the strong rays of the sun. Immediately, three girls cleaning out a red Tracker began flirting with him as he stopped to chat with a few of his buddies from the Ave. Finally, he made his way over to Mason, who was with two familiar faces, this woman named Mesha that Co-jack sometimes ran with and her friend Kim. Cojack chuckled to himself at the look Mesha shot him. After giving his man dap, he faced the glaring female.
“Damn, Mesha, when we get
Several picnic tables were set up on the basketball court. The grills were burning and the place was swarming with folks happily indulging themselves in the free food and drinks. Alcohol was not allowed, at least not on the premises. But every now and then Mason, Fisher, and a few guys would dip off from the crowd for a quick sip of a forty and a chronic break. Cojack was too involved with the kids to think about dippin’ off even for a second.
“Yo, little man,” Cojack called to one of the boys who played on the football team.
“What's up, Cojack,” the youngen said as he gave Cojack a five.
“What's been up? How are things going?”
“Things is cool.”
“What about school? How's your grades?”
“They a'ight,” the boy answered.
“A'ight don't get you in college,” Cojack said in a serious tone. “A'ight don't get you out the hood. You know what I'm saying, little man?”
The boy put his head down and nodded. “I'm just having problems with math is all. I can't do those fractions and shit.” Cojack sighed. “I mean stuff.”
Cojack stood there and thought for a minute. “What if you had a tutor? Would that help you out?”
The boy laughed and sucked his teeth. “My moms ain't got no money for no tutor.”
“I didn't ask you all that, now did I? If you had a tutor would that help you?”
“Yeah, I guess,” the boy said, shrugging his shoulders.
“You guess?” Cojack asked.
“Yeah, it would. I can get better with some help.”
“Then what do you say maybe twice a week after school you could come here to the rec and work with a math tutor?”
“That sounds good,” the boy said.
“Cool. Then I'll hook it up.”
“Damn, thanks, Cojack,” the boy said. Once again Cojack sighed. “I mean, dang, Mr. Cojack, sir. Thank you.”
Cojack laughed, then patted the kid on the head. “No problem. Now go on and eat up some of this food.”
“Okay,” he said, running off.
Cojack watched him run off and just stood there with a smile on his face. But then a gorgeous chick walked by and he stood there watching her ass instead.
Females crushed the party in packs. They wanted to be wherever the hustlers were. It was such a good day, but something was different for Cojack. Something was missing. His mind was distractedand all he thought about was going to see Robbin again. He remembered the way he had felt the night before, like he was some kind of superman. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try some more of that stuff she had.
FIVE
TWO WEEKS after the picnic the sun was blazing over Richmond's streets, bringing people out to the Midlothian Car Wash in droves. It was more like a car show, the way drivers lined up their whips in front of the car wash for everyone to admire, everything from Hummers, Corvettes, and Escalades to souped-up old-school Caddys.
The chicks were hawking all of the fellas in an attempt to find their flavor, whether it was a dude in a snugly fit wife beater that outlined his cuts and a body covered in tattoos or a clean-cut dude in a Rocawear button-up with khakis.
Cojack cruised up and saw Mason's Philly cap hung to the back as he stood talking to two cuties in a forest green Land Cruiser. Co-jack got out of his Lexus. His iced-out chain and Rolex glistened in the strong rays of the sun. Immediately, three girls cleaning out a red Tracker began flirting with him as he stopped to chat with a few of his buddies from the Ave. Finally, he made his way over to Mason, who was with two familiar faces, this woman named Mesha that Co-jack sometimes ran with and her friend Kim. Cojack chuckled to himself at the look Mesha shot him. After giving his man dap, he faced the glaring female.
“Damn, Mesha, when we get
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