RIPPED & READY (PART 64)

RIPPED & READY (PART LXIV) 

 Calling all cars…Calling all cars…a gangster thug is trying to steal my heart.

Before exiting the room, I straightened out my cloths, and steadied myself on two of the walls by holding both arms out and planting my palms on them.  If Peewee could lay it on this thick with cloths on, I could just imagine how well he'd knock my boots with them off. 

Uh, huh “butts-booty-nakedis”

Then I'd be asking him, where my socks were. 

Then he'd say...

“I just knocked those motherfuckas off Brutha Marco”.

I could just hear him saying it in that deep commanding voice.

 I know “got-dayum” well he’d probably have me looking for my damn socks, but as exhilarating as that little tryst sounded, I had to get focused because that nigga was Trouble with a capital “T”. 

I knew brothers like him could be very possessive and jealous – and I cannot even fathom getting involved with somebody who sold drugs.  We’re talking about guns and violence and murders oh my!  Plus, I’m sure there would be a string of haters that stretched for miles –women and (now) men.

His appearance and lifestyle attracted all types of “wrong” people, and there was no way I was about to get wrapped up in somebody that had a body but might have me ending up as a dead body. 

Furthermore, that electric green Lexus would always be a constant reminder of Albertine’s murder.  Collin would never forgive me for getting involved with someone who was, most likely, involved with people who were responsible for his mother’s death. 

Then there’s the fact that he had been banging my step-sister, Denise, that added another reason to the list of reasons why I needed to keep my distance from Peewee.  He may be able to hit it like Barry Bonds of the SF Giants, but I needed it caressed like a Luther Vandross tenor moment.  He may have had the hardware to lock it up tight and show me right, but he also had an America’s Most Wanted leave it alone swang that I could not…

Must not…

Had better not…

Climb on top of…

Get on board with…

Hop up and down on…

Okay, you get the picture…

Dick or no dick…

Swag or no swag…

Sex appeal so real.. 

Hot rod of steel...

Brutha Marco leave trouble alone…

Or you might get that ass spanked in more ways than one.

Now, I might cause ya’ll to gag on this one but, day-um, why did all the packers possess all the qualities of a slacker…

I mean, sure they can give you nice material things…

For a minute… (until they get caught by Johnny Law).

They damn sure can …

Hit it hard the way you like it…

For a minute…

Make you feel like a million bucks…

For a minute…

Rock the fuck out of your world …

For a minute, but when it’s all said and done all you have is an unpredictable lease that might expire at any moment. 

I was glad my work day was over and dreaded making the trip over to my moms, but it was something that needed to be done.  I figured that the situation there hadn’t escalated because I hadn’t heard from my sister.  I truly hoped that Polly-Ester Papa had vacated the premises because I was not in the mood to listen to drunken rhetoric from a prehistoric pimp. 

I hopped in my Jetta and headed up University towards my moms. 

When the vibration of my cell phone hit the bone of my waist, I grabbed it, looked down and expected it to read M6 since Collin’s health was improving, however, it read…

“He’s Fired…”

Fuck, why can’t he just leave me alone?