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in this situation. In the car with two crazy ass white boys in the
front on a mission and an equally crazy nigga doing, you guessed it,
smoking weed. I could've sworn I was just chilling with my brother.
Now I'm in this car about to snatch this girl up and take her to God
knows where and help these boys do God knows what to her. Let me run
through this in my mind one more time to see if it makes anymore sense
to me.
Okay, so I was riding around with my little brother,
jamming out to some 30 Seconds To Mars, smoking weed, well I was
smoking, he can't smoke anymore, and we pulled into Sonic. I remember
looking around and seeing a whole bunch of white people I recognized
from my past and in my high state of my mind, I can remember not
wanting to be bothered. It wasn't out of disrespect, more because I
was so baked my mind was in other places. I'm glad my brother knew me
well enough to know that. So it was no surprise to him when I got out
the car and told him I wanted to breathe in the air of Delaware Ave. I
walked past all of my old friends like I was a complete stranger. I
walked along that busy street, soaking up the atomosphere that was
McComb, MS. It was a completely different feel than when I was last
here. It didn't even feel like home anymore. So many things were
different here. There was new restaraunts built up, and there were old
restaraunts that were once here, that were out of business. I didn't
really recognize Delaware Ave. until I got to the BP on the corner
across the street from the Waffle House where I found myself on a few
late nights. I walked in the store to get a couple of blacks and when
I got out, I saw an old high school buddy going in to buy what looked
the exact same thing I just got. When he saw me, he instantly reacted
and threw his hand out toward me to dap me up. He almost climbed the
ladder with my hand but I had to remind him that I wasn't banging. He
walked outside with me with his arm around my shoulder and walked me
to a couple of white boys who seemed to be arguing and I can remember
thinking in my head, "Why am I heading towards what looked like
trouble knowing I'm high?" Then I looked closer and I seen that one of
them was also one of my good friends who graduated with my little
brother. I seen the anger in his eyes and I knew it was going to be
trouble from here on out.
My homeboy yelled out to my old friend, "Yo, Fry, look who
back in the Town, man!"
Fry looked at my face and I could remember the anger in
his eyes vividly. "Wassup, man."
"Wazaam wit you, dog? What you got goin' on?" I tried to
sound as calm as I could, but I could see with his instigating friend
yelling in the background, I knew it would be impossible to quell his
anger.
He shook his head and replied, "Nothing."
Then the other white boy I guess called himself making
conversation when he added, "We bout to get this bitch!"
I gave him a look like I didn't care what he had to say
which in truth, I really didn't. Then I remember looking at Fry with
my eyes saying, "What are you doing with this nigga?" I could tell
that the other white boy had went to Parklane. He had a cocky demeanor
about him. "What's goin' on Fry?" Fry looked at me with the saddest
eyes and I knew that the "bitch" that they were apparently going to
get was his problem, and in my mind I thought it was his problem and
none of my business, but my heart wouldn't allow me to turn my back on
a friend in need. "You iight, dog?"
He shook his head, no, and then looked back up at me. "Nah,
I'm far from alright, Boosie."
"What's goin' on dude?"
Once again his stupid ass friend decided to intervene in
our conversation. "This bitch decided to screw everything walking, so
we gonna do some screwing of our own."
I knew his type. He was the trouble making type. The type
to get me into the situation I was in right now. I'll spare y'all the
details of what she supposedly did, but I will tell you that if we
were living in the times where they painted scarlet letters on
adulterers, she would have been tatted A's all over her body. I'll
also spare you the details of what they were planning on doing, but I
will say it involved wire hangers and sodomy.
So now that y'all know my situation, let's fast forward
back to my present situation. I couldn't remember why I had jumped in
the car, but now I knew. I had to prevent this from happening. I had
to save this little girl. No matter what she had done, there was no
way she had deserved this. Not what they were planning. Being the only
voice of reason in the car, I lit one of my blacks up and I spoke up.
"Fry," I let the smoke come out of my mouth and continued, "What are
you doing?"
He didn't take his eyes off of the road. At first I didn't
think he was going to answer, but then he said something that let me
know he wasn't all the way with this either. "I don't really know,
Boosie."
But once again, his stupid ass little Parklane buddy decided
to open his big mouth. "We bout to get some revenge."
This kid was really starting to get on my nerves. His mere
presence was blowing my high. I couldn't hold my tongue anymore. "Dog,
who da fuck is you!? Shut the fuck up talking! All you trying to do is
get my homeboy in some shit man!" I could tell he hadn't had many
people talk to him this way. He was one of those white boys who
assumed that every black person was from the hood, so when he heard
the anger in my voice, he immediately quieted his tongue. "Listen Fry.
I don't know who this bitch is or what she really did but I do know
that she ain't worth going to prison over. What y'all planning on
doing to this lil girl is horrible, and believe me when I tell it to
you, nobody in jail is goin' to understand why you did this. You and
everybody else, including me, is gonna have a bullseye on our backs
for a mistake we could have stopped. All you have to do is stop. Dump
this plan and dump this loser, he ain't gonna bring you nothing but
trouble and that I can promise you."
My homeboy who sat in the backseat withme looked at me like
he had wanted to say the exact same thing I had just said. I could
tell in his eyes. He nodded his head in agreement. Fry kept his eyes
on the road and a single tear dropped from his eye. "She was supposed
to be the one, Boosie. She was supposed to be my wife dog."
I shook my head. I had been in this situation before on
this same road. Seems alot happens on this road, in this town. But.
The one thing I knew about this situation was I knew how to prevent
something cataclysmic from happening. "I know dog, and she could still
be the one. You have to find out what's really going on. You have to
find out yourself. You gotta talk to her, tell her how you feel, tell
her what you been hearing. I know lames like this motherfucker here
gonna be up in yo' ear telling you what you should do, but only you
know what's right. Do the right thing dog. Turn right here man, and
just park and we can talk about this. Just stop to think about what
you're about to do."
Then Fry made the best decision he had made all day. He
turned the car into the WalMart parking lot and he parked the car.
Tears streamed down his face as he banged his hands against the
steering wheel and I saw him take out all his pain on the steering
wheel. Better that than the girl I thought. I knew i had done the
right thing and it felt better than any blunt.
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