yesterday was mother’s day 2017. i hit my mom and
told her happy mother’s day and that i loved her before work. i was supposed to
work a double, but ended working 10.91 hours. i got off, tired as hell, and
came home. when i came home, money was at the future concert and there was a
white challenger parked on our lawn. i got something to drink and sat down. my
legs were killing me, but my mind wasn’t tired at all.
about an hour later, obed hits me and tells me he’s heading over. i haven’t seen that bwoy obeezy since last summer when we went bowling with maressa and gigi before he left for columbia in nyc. we stayed up until about 3 am talking about all the good times we’ve had and all the good times we’re looking forward to having later in life. those topics included panama, college, and women, but mostly we spoke on women. i told him my current situation and he offered his advice by saying ‘if the vibes are strong, go for it.’ my guy for real. we couldn’t hang because i had the chiropractor and work earlier this morning, but i told him i would make a trip to nyc before summer’s over and that we would fuck the city up. we dapped, then he drove off in his ford wearing athletic shorts and dress shoes.
that bwoy obeezy.
-ratha, 2:37pm, 5.15.17