Kholi spoke in response to Junya's self damaging comment. "That place was live! So many people, the fly ass chicks there, I saw a couple of them DJ.s, some rappers, mad cats that we be seeing in videos and shit...I went to the bar, brought back some drinks, and next thing I know, to my two own eyes, I see her all over some nigga dick in the VIP. I was calling over to her, and she ignored me like she didn.t know me, or even hear me...screaming at her."
"Well, maybe she did, did you think about that?"
"Who fucking side you on anyway? I thought we was..."
"You know we cool, but think about it my nigga...here you are, a rapper at a
platinum party in a club in NYC with your girl, and she is talking it up with the
nigga. Why you want to block her goals to get a possible linkup, or something.
She probably knew you were right there, but if you standing there all stupid
looking, how she gonna rep for you? You supposed to be on point, and
prepared. You should have just introduced yourself and acknowledged yourself
as her man. We are not in school anymore, where we got to fight every dude
that look at your chick. Whether wrong or right, you have to be the man in all
situations."
Kholi took a left turn into the parking lot of the projects. He figured that
Junya had a lot more to tell of the story; as he is usually long winded when he is
excited about an adventure he went on. He shut the engine off and opened the
door. Junya got out of the car and pulled his jacket back on. Junya looked
around and saw a group of kids looking at him and Kholi.
"Hey yo, what up Kholi!" One of the kids shouted.
"What the deal little man...ya.ll little niggas chilling?"
"Yea...hey Kholi? When you gonna let me drive your bitch magnet
man?" Another one of the kids shouted. He looked taller than the other boy, but
young nonetheless.
"When you hook me up with your sister, ha ha!" Kholi said as he walked
up the breezeway into his apartment.
"Who dat...your brother Kholi?" Another one of the kids asked. The kid
was blowing smoke out of a cigarette while twirling a knife around in his other
hand.
"You god damn right that.s my brother nigga! And put that pussy ass
knife away before you cut your damn self! Ha ha!" Kholi responded.
Although Kholi lived in the projects, his apartment looked something out
of "How I.m Living." All of his furniture was leather, he had a plasma flat
screen television hanging on the wall, with wires hanging down connecting all of
the major video game systems. He had an entertainment system with surround
speakers that happened to be playing Halftime.s new CD. The coffee table was
made of glass and it housed a glass chess board. Every piece of furniture was
colored black. Kholi had the ultimate bachelor pad.
"Welcome to my dump...you ain.t been through in a minute, huh?" Kholi
asked Junya.
"Wordness, I didn.t know it was popping like this! What.s been going on
man?"
"Working, what the fuck else? I earn some surplus, I splurge on myself.
My kids get the most of it, child support and all that bureaucratic shit! You
know, I was about to purchase another whip, then they cut my hours at work,
and I got to roll with that shit for a few more minutes..."
"At least you whipping, shit, I am still at home with Mom.s, still have to
put up with my brothers them hogging the phone...and..."
"Yo Junya! Can you hold on a mother fucking minute..." Kholi snapped
at Junya.