Chapter 1 #2
My Mama knew, just like anyone who knows me, that I like my fish fried hard with hot sauce and bread.
That was my favorite food. That and sweet pussy right after, though I’m trying to wean myself off that shit.
Sweet pussy doesn’t do anything but bring me problems. Problems you sometimes can't get away from. Problems you wouldn't otherwise have in your life if you never touched a certain bitch. Cashmier was a perfect example of that. I was ignoring that girl's calls every fucking hour on the hour because I didn’t want to hear shit about her or her son. I’m not sure if she’s found out he isn’t Hov’s, but she’s been working overtime trying to throw him off on me.
Shit, I’m sure I wasn’t the only nigga she was fucking this past year.
A bitch that will give up pussy to two best friends would give it up to a stranger in seconds.
She is not fooling me. Cashmier was a Manhattan bitch with a project bitch mentality, yet her ass thinks she's better than every other bitch around her.
Someone needs to slap some sense into that hoe.
I took a seat in the kitchen chair as Mama worked her way across the kitchen like a magician, one hand skimming the counter to keep her direction.
“Crewshon, were you down at the courthouse whenever that fool came through shooting today? I heard on the news that three people were shot and that the boy accusing Hov of shooting at him was killed too.”
"Nah, Ma, I wasn't there.”
“Really? I can’t believe you weren’t down there supporting your boy. I tell you what. I’m so glad that none of those bullets hit Jehovah or anyone in his family.”
“Yeah, I am too, Ma.” I dropped my head because I hated being deceitful with my Mama.
She used to pray that I didn’t turn out like the niggas on our streets, but I turned out worse.
I’ve killed more niggas in New York than the police department this year.
Yeah, most of it was business, but I can’t say I didn’t get a little pleasure out of it too. My mind fucked up like that.
“Well, where were you at this morning that was more important than being there for your best friend? I know he would’ve been there for you.”
"I was relaxing at the country club, mama."
The door to the guest bedroom off the kitchen creaked open, and my shit talking baby sister Jasmine came out of the room with her hair scattered on top of her head like a bird’s nest.
“Mama, Crew was probably at the strip club. I don’t know why he fronts like he's not a freak seven days a week.”
“Ugly ass.” I mumbled even though I knew that shit wasn't true.
Even with her hair not done, my sister was still pretty as hell.
Shid, all my sisters were pretty just like my Mama.
That why I had to beat up plenty of niggas for getting after them, especially the niggas I didn’t approve of.
My older sisters were popping pussy regardless, but the baby Jasmine, I tried to protect growing up.
One bitch ass nigga however slipped through the cracks and got her pregnant, but he got stomped out in return.
Still to this day, when Reggie comes to pick up his son, that scary ass nigga couldn't even look me in the face.
Sometimes I would just stare at the nigga just to make him piss on himself.
“So Crew, why you lying to mama? Where were you?”
“Shut your bald head ass up,” I said, ducking the swing I knew was coming.
She laughed and shoved me upside my head anyway, and then came back and hugged me seconds later.
Jasmine was the baby, then there was me, and then my older sisters Vanessa and Laporsha.
We talked shit to one another, but we were all close and had to be, growing up in that small ass apartment, sleeping shoulder to shoulder, fighting over the fan during the summer and the heat during the winters.
Some nights it felt like the walls were sweating with us and I dreamed of living better.
Shit, I remember the first time I visited Carl Davis’s house, I knew that broke ass shit wasn’t for me.
Back then, I wanted his house and with his daughter Cashmier walking through it as my lady.
I remember when I first saw her chocolate ass skin, I didn’t think any girl could be prettier.
Now I repulse that bitch or the idea of being like Carl Davis.
“Crew, did Mama tell you that she has a boyfriend now?” Jasmine sat at the seat across from me.
“I have a man friend, Jasmine, and I was going to tell your brother when I wanted to. Do you tell him about your little friends before you get serious with them?”
“Mama, I do not get serious with these men. To me, they are just a good time, if that.”
“And a good time could end you up with a big stomach or an itchy vagina, Jas.”
“Mama, that's not happening, trust.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I tried to hush them both up.
“Let’s take this shit back a minute. Who is this new nigga Ma?”
“He is an old friend whom I was seeing back in the day who has moved back to New York. We are nothing serious and just spending time with each other.”
“Spending time? Where? What the fuck?”
If my Mama could see my face, she would see how distraught I looked from hearing this shit.
The last boyfriend my Mama had, I beat up and sent on his way one day that she was at work at the hospital, and he was lying back on the couch watching Maury like he was the bitch in the relationship.
My Mama still to this day thinks that Vick left her for another woman or family after the day she came home, and he was gone.
But little does she know he left her because he had to choose whether he wanted to live or die, and not because some other woman started giving his goofy ass pussy.
“Most of the time, we have only been spending time together here. He calls me every morning and comes over in the evening with the things I need from the store. He’s actually a great help to me now, son.”
“Mama, I told you I would make sure you had everything you need, even if your sorry ass daughters won’t. I told you I would hire someone to move in here full-time to be with you if need be.”
“I do not need anyone to move into my house, watching over me like I’m completely helpless, Crewshon.” My Mama raised her voice, turning her body to where my voice was coming from.
“I am doing just fine, and I am not helpless. Shoot, I can’t be too helpless still being able to get a man as fine as he probably still is. Back in the day he was one of the most handsome men in New York. Tall, brown, beautiful skin and teeth.”
“I know that’s right, Mama. Can’t even see and can still spot a fine man. I think he’s very handsome still, Mama.”
Jas hyped her up like this shit was fly. It wasn’t though. It had me heated like them hot dogs on Mr. Applewhite fuckin grill outside.
“When do I get to meet him, Ma?”
“Brother, he comes through every day around 4:30. So if you stick around today, you will.” Jasmine hurried the words out of her mouth because I know she secretly enjoyed seeing me heated. I looked at my clock and saw that it was only 3:00, so I had some time to spare.
I'm not going anywhere until mystery man shows up.