quenched!
My life was far from perfect, but then again whose life isn’t? I’d gotten totally comfortable in my own skin and was satisfied with myself. Nevertheless, dead bodies continued to haunt a sistah beyond imagination.
In my bathroom, still standing before my mirror, I tried to shake all those thoughts and return to the present. I reached for one of my towels so I could dry the water from my face. After wiping away the freezing water, I opened my medicine cabinet and browsed over all of the different types of sleep aides that occupied the shelves. I opted for the Valium. I popped two of the potent pills followed by a glass of tap water before re-entering my bedroom area. The pills usually allowed me to fall asleep in a dream-free, comatose-like state and I was hoping this night would be no different. The sleep aides kept me from dreaming about anything, especially Ty and the murder that I had committed years earlier.
I crawled into my large bed and wrapped myself up in the satin sheets like a butterfly inside a cocoon. My eyes closed and I let the Vs bring about Zzzs.
CHAPTER SEVEN CARLOS
Y
ou mean to tell me that nigga was at the park Sunday?” I was in disbelief while listening to what Dave was telling me.
“That nosey ass bitch Sabrina who Joe be fuckin’ said she saw him and two other niggas on bikes out there but she didn’t say who the other two niggas was. I’on’ know how you missed that nigga,” Dave replied as he counted the last stack of my dough. He wrapped it in a rubber band and placed it inside a duffel bag with the rest.
Dave, Lil’ Joe, Ali, and I were sitting in Dave’s living room conversing. Ali and I had stopped by to collect the money that Joe and Dave owed me for the fourteen kilos I had fronted them a week earlier. We were in the middle of discussing possible locations for another stash spot when Cross’s name had come up. I couldn’t believe this nigga had been at the park the same day I’d been there and I’d missed him. God had to be watching over that nigga!
Dave placed the duffel bag on the sofa next to me and yelled in the kitchen to Lil’ Joe.
“Yo, Joe, call that bitch Brina back and tell her Los wanna holla at her!”
I was thinking that was a good idea because I really wanted to speak with her.
Dave relaxed back in his Lazy Boy and asked me, “How many more of them joints you workin’ wit?”
He was inquiring about how many kilos I had remaining. Before I could respond Ali took it upon himself to respond for me.
“We got eight and a half more and that’s the last of it.” Ali was puffing on an apple-flavored Black & Mild as he spoke. He kicked his feet up on Dave’s coffee table and relaxed as if he were at home. He added, “It’s gonna be next week when we re-up again.”
I just sat back and enjoyed the cool air that was circulating throughout the room and let Ali handle my business. After all, he was the lieutenant and that’s what he got paid to do. I was lost in thought about that nigga Cross. I was itching to find out who the other two niggas were who’d been at the park with him. I was willing to bet money that it was them snake ass Lake View niggas. I’d had a run in with some niggas from the Lake View neighborhood a while back and ended up having to check one of them nigga’s temperature. So, I just knew it was them niggas.
Joe was speaking on his cell phone when he walked into the living room.
I heard him say, “Tell Sabrina I said holla at me when she get back. Yeah, you know who this is, one.” He ended the call and told me that Sabrina wasn’t home but he’d be sure to get at me as soon as she returned his call.
We kicked it for a little while longer before I decided it was time to leave because me and Ali had more stops to make and more money to collect.
I arose from the sofa and told Dave and Joe, “I’m ’bout to be out.”
I gave them dap. Ali followed suit while grabbing the duffel bag with the money in it.
“Don’t forget to
My life was far from perfect, but then again whose life isn’t? I’d gotten totally comfortable in my own skin and was satisfied with myself. Nevertheless, dead bodies continued to haunt a sistah beyond imagination.
In my bathroom, still standing before my mirror, I tried to shake all those thoughts and return to the present. I reached for one of my towels so I could dry the water from my face. After wiping away the freezing water, I opened my medicine cabinet and browsed over all of the different types of sleep aides that occupied the shelves. I opted for the Valium. I popped two of the potent pills followed by a glass of tap water before re-entering my bedroom area. The pills usually allowed me to fall asleep in a dream-free, comatose-like state and I was hoping this night would be no different. The sleep aides kept me from dreaming about anything, especially Ty and the murder that I had committed years earlier.
I crawled into my large bed and wrapped myself up in the satin sheets like a butterfly inside a cocoon. My eyes closed and I let the Vs bring about Zzzs.
CHAPTER SEVEN CARLOS
Y
ou mean to tell me that nigga was at the park Sunday?” I was in disbelief while listening to what Dave was telling me.
“That nosey ass bitch Sabrina who Joe be fuckin’ said she saw him and two other niggas on bikes out there but she didn’t say who the other two niggas was. I’on’ know how you missed that nigga,” Dave replied as he counted the last stack of my dough. He wrapped it in a rubber band and placed it inside a duffel bag with the rest.
Dave, Lil’ Joe, Ali, and I were sitting in Dave’s living room conversing. Ali and I had stopped by to collect the money that Joe and Dave owed me for the fourteen kilos I had fronted them a week earlier. We were in the middle of discussing possible locations for another stash spot when Cross’s name had come up. I couldn’t believe this nigga had been at the park the same day I’d been there and I’d missed him. God had to be watching over that nigga!
Dave placed the duffel bag on the sofa next to me and yelled in the kitchen to Lil’ Joe.
“Yo, Joe, call that bitch Brina back and tell her Los wanna holla at her!”
I was thinking that was a good idea because I really wanted to speak with her.
Dave relaxed back in his Lazy Boy and asked me, “How many more of them joints you workin’ wit?”
He was inquiring about how many kilos I had remaining. Before I could respond Ali took it upon himself to respond for me.
“We got eight and a half more and that’s the last of it.” Ali was puffing on an apple-flavored Black & Mild as he spoke. He kicked his feet up on Dave’s coffee table and relaxed as if he were at home. He added, “It’s gonna be next week when we re-up again.”
I just sat back and enjoyed the cool air that was circulating throughout the room and let Ali handle my business. After all, he was the lieutenant and that’s what he got paid to do. I was lost in thought about that nigga Cross. I was itching to find out who the other two niggas were who’d been at the park with him. I was willing to bet money that it was them snake ass Lake View niggas. I’d had a run in with some niggas from the Lake View neighborhood a while back and ended up having to check one of them nigga’s temperature. So, I just knew it was them niggas.
Joe was speaking on his cell phone when he walked into the living room.
I heard him say, “Tell Sabrina I said holla at me when she get back. Yeah, you know who this is, one.” He ended the call and told me that Sabrina wasn’t home but he’d be sure to get at me as soon as she returned his call.
We kicked it for a little while longer before I decided it was time to leave because me and Ali had more stops to make and more money to collect.
I arose from the sofa and told Dave and Joe, “I’m ’bout to be out.”
I gave them dap. Ali followed suit while grabbing the duffel bag with the money in it.
“Don’t forget to
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