12/29/05 7:14pm

Well, I got my money back although not how I wanted it. I called my boy mike this afternoon and asked him if his brother was home. He said yep, and I was like aight, I’m on my way.

So I put on my sweats and put on my head wrap. I also just wore studs, cause if the mood hit me and I wanted to hit a muth***** then I didn’t want anything loose on me. I also had on some good running shoes. Now, I know some of ya’ll like “she a chick right? he a nigga right?” Well, in some circumstances I believe that if you gonna swing on a nigga, be prepared to take a hit. And I was fully prepared. I just never got my chance.

I got there and my anger was emanating. I got out the car and didn’t take nothin in but my keys *another alternative weapon* His dad opened the door and was “damn, I felt you!”. That’s how strong the vibes were. I push past his dad cause I got a mission. But his dad was like, nah you gotta speak to me, so I gave him a hug. I headed down to the den where mike was, I was like “is he here?”. He was like “nah he just rode off.” *sidenote: I’mma choose to believe he was telling the truth cause mike has seen this side of me and he knows…he knows.* So I was like “Ok, well I want my $20″ By then his dad was at the top of the steps and I was going to just get back in my car and try again later cause I wanted to see dorian face to face…I wanted that nigga to see my face and hear my voice as I told him the if he ever fixed his mind to fuck with me again, then he’d be sorry. Don’t he know that quiet ones are crazy? The nigga must have missed the memo.

His dad pulled out $20 and was tryin to give it to me. At that point I tapped into my inner dude and was “man, I don’t even want your money!”. And again I tried to push past him up the steps but this time he stopped me and put the money in my hand. He told “I can’t prove he did but here you go. I know he steals and I’m puttin him out the house. He’s gotten worse with drugs and the wrong crowd. I’mma search his room cause usually when he takes money I can find it.” I was like ok. We left out the house and before I pulled off, I took down that niggas license plate number for good measure : late model champagne cadillac license plate # AFR 7681

But what’s sad is that he believes that the life he’s living won’t catch up to him. He’s gonna get got someday and lawd hab mercy on him.

Serenity