He knew Junya did not know how to drive his car, but he wanted Junya to be honest with
him.
"You know what, I won.t even risk it yo...I would be better off getting the
train. Besides, this newness chick wants to meet me tonight"
"This chick...who, Khevasiah?" Kholi asked relieved as he placed his car
keys back on the glass coffee table.
"Not Khevas, the chick I met out in NYC. She a lawyer and shit, push a
BMW, woman was right!"
"Yea, we all know how that story goes, and unfortunately, how it ends up
as well. If you trying to go to the city to impress some chick in my whip, you
better off taking a picture in front of that mother fucker, or sit in the driver.s side
at the light when I take your ass up there! Shit! Not in my car!" Kholi said as he
gave off a laugh.
"Well, on the real, I have no cashish. If you could toss me a dub spot, I
will hit you back..."
"don't worry about getting me back, but all I can slide you is this pound, I
told you they cut my hours, and shit, with these mother fucking bills, shit is
getting crucial right about now."
"Thanks." Junya said as he took the $5.00 out of Kholi.s hand.
"Yo, don't get upset, but how comes you never have any money when
you leave out anywhere?"
"I keep my dough stashed in the spot my nigga, I have a bad habit of
spending..."
"Damn man, have you no self control? You knew you was going to NYC,
and all you brought with you was a measly $40.00 bucks?"
"Nah, I brought damn near a century, and me and Khevasiah went out to
dinner, and..."
"You see you! don't give me that bullshit about you had money, and you
went to eat, and now you broke! Kholi said while raising his voice. Kholi.s
temper started to get hot against Junya. A woman like Khevasiah is high class!
If the two of you are going out, why you gonna leave your money at home? You
think just because you don't bring it with you, you won.t spend it? You a cheap
ass, even to your own family!"
"What the fuck you talking bout yo!" Junya said, raising his voice also.
"How you keeping money in your mother.s house, talking about you
don't want to spend it! What the fuck you saving it for anyway? A house? A
car? Oh, I know...you saving it for another demo! All for what? Huh? Nothing,
absolutely nothing! You need to stop bitching about the little that you got and
get more yo! They don't make niggas like us anymore; niggas with brains, and
something to offer this world.
How the fuck is anyone gonna know of your
supposed greatness if you locked up in the fucking house with your mother!
You ain.t got no kids god, no kids...you see me? You see the car and this crib,
and think a nigga living, but I am trapped. I cannot get up and just do some shit!
I am living life for real! This ain.t the campus no more dude. If you do not make
some real fucking moves in whatever you doing, Khevasiah, sorry to say, is
gonna leave your ass for a nigga like me, a nigga who got his even though shit is
fucked up for a nigga. And do not ever say I didn.t say to you this!"
"If loaning me the $5.00 bucks is gonna be such a bother, here, take it
back!"