Chapter 4 #3
“Aye man, you gon’ stop playing with me. That nigga wasn’t my damn daddy and I told you stop telling people that shit. You be acting like you miss that gay ass nigga as if you don’t go piss on his grave once a month.” I called her out making Mocha crack the fuck up again.
“I know you fucking lying. You go pee on that man’s grave?” She questioned my mama.
“Only because I be too nervous to shit in public. I tried and it won’t come out, so I settle for pee. He better be lucky aids took him out or I would have.” I couldn’t do shit but stare in this crazy ass ladies face as she told one lie after the other.
“Wait, he had AIDS?” Mocha questioned.
“Mannnn.” I smacked my teeth because it was really time to go now. “That nigga died from a fucking overdose. Let’s go bruh, we been here way too long.”
“Mind your damn business, Amos. It makes me feel better to say my version of the story. I see you tryna stop me and Mocha from bonding, but I got her number so we gon talk. Thank you son! No matter what, I love you and I wouldn’t trade you for all the crack in the world.
” I shook my head as this crazy ass lady rushed off into her house.
“Don’t say shit.” I told Jude before opening the car door for Mocha. I turned on the AC and radio so that I could chop it up with Jude for a second. After getting some shit straight, I pulled off while Mocha’s ass was staring a hole into the side of my face.
“Why did you tell Jude not to say shit? I can handle whatever he has to say about me being here with you.” She finally spoke.
“Nah, that wasn’t directed towards our situation. I ain’t wanna hear shit he had to say about my mama thanking me. He knows that I came get her right and he feels strongly against the shit.” I explained.
“Get her right… What do you me… Ooooohhhh… Get. Her. Right!” I could tell from the way she emphasized each word it clicked for her. Tearing my eyes away from the road, I looked into her face for any sign of judgment, just like I had when she met my mother, and just like then, there was none.
“You can stop looking for me to react to your less than pleasing moments in life, Fame. We all go through shit or have gone through shit that the next person wouldn’t understand.
That’s life and that’s why I don’t judge anyone’s shit.
Hell, I have chapters in my life that I’ll never read aloud so who the fuck am I to judge someone that’s living his truth? ” She voiced.
The shit she said had me thinking back to the time Des met my mom and how she made that experience feel so fucked up for not only my mom but me also.
I respected her mind when she said it was the last place she ever wanted to be and never brought her around again.
Shit, my mama said she would whoop her ass if I did anyway.
She didn’t like her from day one, but her mean ass didn’t really like anyone. I mean, fuck, except for Mocha.
“I know you gave her your number, to be nice. Imma give you hers so you can block her, cause she will really call you.” I suggested to see what she would say.
“Who asked you to do that? If I didn’t want her with my number, I would have said that.
Your mama don’t scare me, nigga. And I damn sure ain’t scared of her son sending me to the gayest corner in hell.
” She said before cracking up. “Boy, something is wrong with that damn lady! I can’t wait to come clown with her.
I told her I was gonna teach her how to really smother some pork chops.
I don’t know what the hell y’all call y’all selves doing with that twice cooked ass meat.
How you batter and deep fry something then smother it?
Why take it from crunchy to soggy?” I couldn’t help but to chuckle at the disgust on her face.
“Girl, my mama food the shit. Imma tell her you talking about her shit too, she gon fuck you up.”
“Try again, her ass already told me she can’t fight.
She told me about how her ass was talking hella shit with some big bitch and then when the girl was about to whoop her ass, she faked a seizure.
Again, it’s something wrong with that lady.
” She was cracking up as tears fell from her eyes and all I could do was join her because it was always some shit with that lady and she wouldn’t be changing that.
“Mannn, her crazy ass got in the ambulance and everything. I know she fucked their heads up when they got to the hospital and pulled her out on the stretcher, just for her to hop up and haul ass away from there. I can’t believe she told you that shit.
What the fuck else was she in there saying? ” I questioned.
“Mostly jokes.” Mocha shrugged.
“Mostly?”
“I mean. She told me she would have rather you with me than that red nose pit bull, her words, not mine.” She shrugged. “Her crazy ass even said I could still be her daughter in law even if I was a side chick.”
“Yeah. And what you said to that?”
“The hell you mean what did I say? Shit, I told her go find something to play with because I was way too big of a woman to be minimized to that of a side chick. I ain’t never had a problem getting a man so forcing myself to share one with the next chick wouldn’t ever work for me.
Your mom thinks the world of you, so she really thought you had it like that.
I had to tell her, I know she feels like her son is that nigga, but I’m reallllllyyyyy that bitch.
I ain’t met a nigga yet that made me drop my standards, they learn they have to come up here and meet me.
And not even her son would be the exception.
” The conviction she spoke with had me smiling as I looked at the road and thought on what she said. “What’s funny?” She asked.
“Nothing. I was just thinking about how much fun this gon’ be.
” I answered before turning up the radio before she could speak again.
I respected everything she said, but I needed to see if the vibe was this good because it was something fresh or if she would be the reason I made some serious adjustments in my life, where Desiree was concerned.
In the meantime, I would have fun exploring that theory all while showing Mocha that my mama was right in thinking her son was that nigga, and with good reason.