Junya started walking towards the exit of the train station. He noticed that there was no one else in the car. Junya sat down in the back of the rimmed up vehicle, and stretched his legs out across the seat. "Yo Kholi man...me and Khevasiah went to The City last night, to this club..." "Damn, you went all the way to NYC with her on a Thursday night? Just to go to some club, wha..." "Listen nuh... Junya interrupted. I...she and I went down to the City, she was supposedly scheduled to meet this magazine editor from California. Well, he told her to come to Jersey and..." "So she asked you to go with her, or you went with her?" Kholi interrupted.
"Hold on man...let me finish my side..."
"It is too like you to be jealous of her Jun. Kholi said with a laughing
expression. Ever since you got together, you treat her like she will leave you if
you breathe wrong. Back in the day, you used to have chicks like her in their
place, either you are loosing your pull, or you need to stop pulling so hard!"
"What you mean by that?" Junya said sharply.
"I remember vividly that night when we first met Khevasiah, at the diner.
You could not stop staring at her, and you could not shut your mouth about how
good she looked, and what you would do to that ass! All that talking, and you
did not even say shit to her until I put you on..."
"And I still thank you for that shit too man!" Junya said as he extended
his fist outward to give Kholi dap.
"Yea, look at you now, all bloodied up and shit, because of her. You not
that dude in the diner sweating her looks anymore holms, she is yours, and she
will be for a long time if you learn to stop sweating her looks, and start sweating
her heart. How many niggas in the street can tell her she look good?"
"You got a point, but it is not that, she treats me like I am some second
hand nigga, especially when it comes to my rhymes."
"That rap talk again nigga! I didn.t know you still did that shit! You
really either need to get real serious with that shit, or leave it the fuck alone! You
got your paper now, and you can make you some dough and stop fucking
around in these streets...
"What you mean take it serious?"
"No, what do YOU mean! Kholi answered sarcastically. When the last
time your ass been to the studio? When the last time you been to a show? Did
you get an attorney like I suggested to you? Where your whack ass album put
you at from last year, huh? C.mon! That new rapper, uh...Halftime! He just
came out, and he already went multiplatinum!"
"Well, he has been at it for years, and a lot of people do not realize that. I
seen holms by the way, when I was out there in NYC!"
"Wordness? Wha...did you give him your demo?"
"I did not realize it was him until today...and I ain.t give that fosse no
demo, I hit holms over the head with a champagne bottle..."
"You did what! Nigga did you loose your mother fucking mind? What is
that shit you smoking, put it out and away right now, cause I do not know what
possessed you...when did all this shit happen?"
"If you let me finish the story, I would have eventually got to that.
Basically, Khevasiah was supposed to meet up with the photographer at this
club, and Halftime was having his platinum party there. We had VIP and
everything...well, at least she did. I was tagalong and shit."
"Anyway, finish..."