Thug Jail Brother (Part 20)

[admin]Thug Jail Brother (Part 20) Memo to self, Leave his azz home…[/admin] Taye’s heart is heavy; he keeps saying he could have given me something. I got to get tested; he could have given me something. Security comes in pick Zerrick up off the floor with his pants still around his ankles and azz in the air and carry his azz straight through the club. Everybody gets to see the azz that was getting f*cked in the bathroom stall and you can hear people laughing. I know at some point we will have great laughs about this situation but for right now I need to look out for my boy Taye. Taye has tears in his eyes and looks as if he is about to cry. He then says I refuse to be boo-hooing over this fool, I should have listened to you Jason, you told me time after time that Zerrick was no good for me. I am sorry I did not listen to you; I wanted to say you are damn skippy you should have listened. But this is not the time to tell someone I told you so, right now I am just going to be an ear for Taye. As we head out of the bathroom I say I need a drink and Taye says I need a damn bottle, right about now his azz deserves a bottle. As we head out of the bathroom I hear Ms. Sheba at the mic announcing the first out of five people for the pass the mic contest. Each person gets five minutes on stage and at the end someone will win five hundred dollars. We head back to the VIP section and Taye starts ordering drinks, where in the f*ck is Malek. I ask Taye if he is ok or should I let them take the car and get a ride with someone else. Taye says no, I know you are working and I can wait, this has been one hell of a night. Taye is ordering drinks like he is drinking kool-aid on a hot summer day. Ms. Sheba announces the final act for the pass the mic contest. She says ladies and gents the final act for the pass the mic contest is Malek. I look at Taye and say what the f*ck did she just say and Taye says surprise. Oh sh*t, was that my surprise? Malek comes out with his shirt open and starts rapping. Damn my baby got skills he is spitting word out like he is a Webster dictionary. People are up on their feet and he is working the crowd, the girls and of course the boys. Lora Michaels runs over to me and says Malek has mad skills; you may won’t to get him to do a demo. Lora starts shaking her little booty; I look and think not Miss. Uppity, not the yellow girl with the long straight weave. Not Miss I graduated magna cum laude from Yale, this b*tch got thug fever. She is trying to get her back blown out tonight, she damn well know what is up with me and Malek. I got my eyes on her; I don’t want to have to get Miss. Sheba to work some magic on her wanabee azz. They have the crowd vote by applause and you know who the winner is, my baby Malek. Lora starts jump up and screaming like a sixteen year old cheerleader getting screwed for the first time. The Prophet comes out and starts free styling and Malek joins him, this is hot. The Prophet and Malek have mad chemistry; damn I hope the DJ is recording this. We may be able to use some of this on The Prophets next CD. People are going wild and Taye; well he is still order drinks. He is going to be sick as a dog in the morning, but I guess he will be numb for a few hours and won’t have to think about what happened. Malek comes running off stage so excited, I have never seen him so happy. He runs over and I want to grab him and give him a great big tonsil tongue kiss. But, before he can get to me Ms. Lora grabs him and give him one of those I want your azz hugs. That damn b*tch is trying to have my man and right in my face. Malek comes over and give me one of those arm block hugs and whisper in my ear are you proud of your baby? I say yes and I am going to show your azz later how proud I really am. I then tell Malek what happened with Taye and Zerrick, Malek walks over and gives Taye a bear hug. Taye lays his head on his shoulder; I am like I know your azz is drunk and hurting but watch yourself. Everybody is getting big heart thumping hugs but what does old Jason get, a damn arm block. Malek’s azz needs to remember who is paying the f*cking bills. You know, the one that is putting the food on the table, the one whose suit your azz got on because your azz don’t have nothing but a brown paper bag. Malek is just getting to much attention, people hollering we love you Malek I have created a monster. Memo to self, never bring your hoe to the show, leave his azz home. [admin]To Be Continued… Malek Ariel [/admin]