Junya reached into his pocket for the $5.00 dollar bill, but pulled out the $20.00 dollar bill instead. "Hear yourself now god...this whole time, I am trying to learn you something about this mother fucking real life shit, and you talking about a bitch ass five dollars! That ain.t enough to wipe my daughter.s asses with! I am talking about some mother fucking cake, not that sweet shit you eat either, some money, muneaca, dinero, dollars, bucks, cheddar, cashish, whatever the fuck you want to call it! The money you make is yours! Who or what you saving it for, a rainy day? Well let the Lord wet the earth today, because you need to start representing, crew style. Honestly, you the Grand Wizard out the whole shit, but you do not have shit showing! I remember...I remember back in school, chicks used to sweat your ass, but they did not fuck with you because your dough was funny.
I mean, how you gonna take a chick to the movies, or to
dinner, or any of that other bullshit just to get to them draws? You do not have
to worry about it right now, but think about it holms...you got a wifee, and
pretty soon, she gonna be looking to you to buy that land, and your own vehicle,
not off the strength of her. She got her own money, her money longer than her
damn hair! But she still needs your intelligence, your clean record, and overall
for you to start showing you love her by busting your ass to get you a piece of
this fucked up world we living in." Kholi placed the phone down and he opened
the apartment door. Junya walked towards the kitchen and looked inside the
refrigerator.
"Use that pound and buy you some food nigga! Straight up! After all that
shit I talked you, you act hard of listening!"
"You got a problem with me right now yo!" Junya said, aggravated at
Kholi scolding him.
"Yes, and it is you, my best friend. You are letting things slip away, all
because you feel you have to do something without no real plans to it...and on
the real, I bet you there is no cause for it! Honestly, why do you think Khevasiah
duffed you last night?" Kholi asked sincerely to Junya.
"She was being a bitch as usual." Junya answered under his breath, as to
acknowledge Kholi.s side of the argument.
"You know you was in the wrong, showing off as promised. Now you
feel you have something to prove by going out to NYC to go meet up with some
lawyer bitch in a nice car to get even with Khevasiah! Psst...I do not know yo..."
"Is your cell phone free right now? Let me try to call her." Junya walked
over to the living room and picked up Kholi.s cellular phone and started dialing
Khevasiah.s cellular phone number. The phone kept ringing until the answering
machine picked up.
"Hurry up!" Kholi said to Junya.
"Khevasiah, this is your man, remember me, Junya? I am in New Haven
right now, chilling with Kholi. I hope you are really enjoying yourself, and I
mean really. Being a bitch will get you nowhere, no matter how much money
you have!" Junya pushed the pound button on the cellular phone, where a
prompt asked if he wanted to send the message. Junya looked up at Kholi, then
pressed the button indicating to cancel the message. Junya hung up the phone
and stepped outside of the apartment.