Chapter 112
parole issues, and couldn’t get a passport. And then…he has this intense fear of flying. So, we had to drive everywhere.”
“Damn, that’s fucked up. I can’t believe that you’ve been deprived of all these experiences.”
“I never really saw it like that.” “Then how did you see it?”
She exhaled. “We may not have flown anywhere, but we were big on road trips—”
I lifted my chin. “Where have y’all driven to?”
“Let’s see.” She placed a finger on her chin. “We’ve driven to Cali, Louisiana, of course, Georgia, Florida, Tennessee, etc. That means that we’ve been to L.A., Oakland, Atlanta, Miami, Memphis. All that good shit.”
“Damn, I know that those long ass drives were brutal.”
“Nah, actually, it’s the opposite,” she claimed.
“We would usually travel with at least six other people. Most of the time we’d rent a SUV or small sprinter.
I was always in charge of arranging everything, and you couldn’t come, if you wasn’t down with taking turns driving.
I would have itineraries, and even plan the pit stops.
We’d have so much fun, and would make some real memories.
The only thing was…you had to travel with people you actually liked.
We liked doing similar shit, and just vibed.
So, I see being on the road completely different.
Because those were the times where I felt closest to my people.
Too Low couldn’t hit the streets like back at home, we made every move together, and would talk for hours in the back, while other people were driving.
And that’s all I wanted, honestly. Quality time with the person I loved. ”
I nodded, although I wanted to tell her that nobody gave a fuck about that nigga, and what they’d done.
But on the low, the shit was intriguing, because I was a grown ass man with kids, and I’d never had a relationship that was remotely that deep.
“It’s so weird, listening to you talk,” I admitted. “If I closed my eyes, and