KENNEDY
"Touch me again and Ima drive this car into the back of that semi" smacking Shoota's hand away irritatedly I sped up slightly, I'm already regretting agreeing to go to the club with him he's so damn touchy when he drinks.
Him and the guys pregamed at my house and now these dumbasses are tipsy, Shoota decided now is the time to show affection laughing everything off knowing I hate it.
"Don't do no shit like that Ken, I got more life to live" Lucky yells a bit too loud behind me
These mother fuckers aren't drunk or out of their right state of mind, they are just choosing to be handfuls at this point.
Pulling up to the building I kicked them all out pissed off at every one of them.
I need some pussy. . . or dick
It's been what? A year and some months, where the hood niggas at?
Sitting in the parking lot for a while I called my boys to check-in, Bubbi answered wasting no time to show me what his grandma (Bubba's mom) Antoinette got him.
"Mama see Spider-Man?" Bubbi smiles holding the action figure in front of the camera
"Yeah I see"
Rambling on in baby talk he showed me multiple items with different superheroes on them, he kept his Wonder Woman action figure in his left hand while he held up different toys in his right hand.
"I like her" holding Wonder Woman up he smiled into the camera, rubbing his eye with a small yawn.
"She's cute Bubbi—"
"Granddaddy come on! They about to stop letting people in" Lucky interrupts us by banging on the hood of my truck. "you got my homeboy waiting on yo funky ass"
"Lucky quite fucking playing with me, I ain't yo damn granddaddy! Let that man Rest In peace. All you do is bring him up"
"Well bring ya ass on" throwing up his middle fingers Lucky walked away heading towards the building.
"Bubbi I'll see you later okay?"
"Okay mama" waving he hung up
Every time he calls me that I remember he's my kid, shits crazy I'm deadass somebody's mom what the fuck.
***
Sitting in Lucky's section I watched him and the guys bounce around rapping along to one of the locals' songs.
I don't know this song nor the rapper himself but neither did half the club.
We've been here for about two hours or so, whenever one of Kevin's songs came on a handful of people would look my way as if I was gonna break down or some shit.
I bump to his music as well as other folks.
By now Shoota's letting loses a foot away with a blunt in one hand and the other on some tricks ass who's dancing on him.
Why did I agree to come?
To be petty? Hmm, I'll steal his attention in a minute or two don't get too comfortable shawty.
Both Mark and Lucky made their way over to me, sitting down Lucky leaned closer into my ear.
"Granddaddy go get us another bottle from the bar"
