Thug Jail Brother (Part 12)

Thug Jail Brother (Part 12) As we head out of my home in the excusive Woodmore South Community, which is a gated private golf course community in Mitchellville Maryland. I am standing in the garage thinking what should I drive the 750L BMW or the Mercedes-Benz G-Wagen? Malek takes the keys and say we are taking the G-Wagen. He then comes around and opens the door for me and Taye, I say thanks and he says anything for my baby. His azz is trying to show off for Taye, any other time I would be still standing there looking stupid. We are headed out to 4Play Lounge on the Waterfront in Baltimore, Maryland. Malek is driving down the Baltimore Washington Parkway (BWI) and out of no where the popo throws his lights and sirens on. At that time I said to myself what in the hell was I thinking I should have been driving. Malek and Taye had already finished a bottle of my 42 Below Vodka; damn his azz is going to jail. As Malek pulls over I start praying, O Lawd! Don’t let my baby go to jail; you know I need some d*ck tonight. O Lawd! Don’t let my baby go to jail; you know his azz is already on probation. O LAWD! What am I gona do now? Just then the police car drove right by us. All that praying was for nothing or maybe all that praying made the difference. My Grand Ma use to tell me that prayer changes things. All I could say was God is good and then Malek said all the time. Look at Malek he got a little Jesus in him. I say Taye is there a church around here because I could use a drink about now to calm my nerves. Malek say why are you going to church to get a drink? I explained that it was a joke and that some churches serve wine for communion. Damn this fool can mess up a wet dream. I am ready to get to the showcase at the lounge. As we pull up at the 4Play Lounge the valet comes over to park the car and Malek said I will park my own car. I was thinking, your car, I did not see you name on the last check for the car payment did I? I guess he trying to act like we married and sh*t, what is mine is thine and what is thine is mine. That would work for me but his azz ain’t got nothing. Hmm you know what I am about to say so lets say it together he ain’t got nothing but a brown paper bag. The suit he got on mine, the socks he got on mine, the shoes he got on, mine, he probably got on my draws too. Damn I am sitting here carrying on a whole conversation all by myself. While we are waiting on Malek to get back from parking his car Taye ask me who is performing tonight. Well, we have a girls group called Clinquant which sounds like a part of the vagina but actually it means glittering with gold or silver. A female group called Mariposa (Spanish for butterfly) and a female group called Paralipsis and I don’t know what the hell that names means. Taye says, people damn mama need to invest in a dictionary before naming their damn kids. We both start laughing and I finish telling him who is performing tonight. We have a few male groups first one called Tween Times, then there is Dialogue and another group called Ullage. We also have a few solo acts, Deray, Raysean, Caldera and MeMe which sounds like a damn drag queen. At the end of the night we have this thing called pass the mic where anyone can perform for four minutes. So far Taye has been a little quiet tonight he is usually a little rowdy; I guess he is feeling Malek out. I ask Taye to take his VIP wrist band and give the other to Malek and let him know that we have a reserve table in the VIP section behind the ropes. Taye had the nerve to say in a sexy voice, anything for my baby. I told Taye to kiss my azz as I walk into the club. To Be Continued… MA