BOOTS' POV
I CLOSED THE PASSENGER DOOR and waved at swiper as he drove off.
heading up to pooh's porch, i was stopped by a car horn honking. i walk to 30's truck to see what he wanted.
"pooh ain't in there right now. he ain't gon' be home for bout another hour."
damn it. pooh and 30 put me on to their plug months ago, but if i call that nigga he gon' take HOURS to pull up. you know how them niggas be.
"where he at?" i asked, kissing my teeth. "just handling a lil' business. tying up loose ends, you know how that go."
i paused to think. "you got some weed?"
"i was just finna roll up, you wanna smoke with me?" he asked, unlocking his car. i don't think i've ever hung out with 30 by himself. i thought about it for a second then opened the passenger door, quickly getting in and shutting it.
"you ain't been smoking over swipe house? you looked stressed."
i chuckled. "yea i been smoking or whatever, but it seem like i ain't been getting high enough."
"is it you or the weed?" that was a great question. "it's me. i just got too much on my mind at the moment."
"what's eating you?" he asks as he lights the blunt.
"man 30, i-"
"you can call me rodney."
i took a deep breath.
"i don't think i got him no more. that's yo homeboy and all and i shouldn't even be talking to you about this." i paused again. he looked at me, waiting for me to continue. "well, i don't know what i did so i can't possibly know how to fix it. ian never really care about what another nigga felt about me-"
i felt myself starting to tear up so i stopped talking.
i felt rodney hesitantly pat my back.
"it's killing me inside. and no matter how much i smoke i can't forget it. he keep ignoring me and shit."
a few tears ran down my face but i wasn't bawling or anything. i wiped them as he passed me the blunt.
"it's gon be like that for a minute boots. and i ain't really the nigga to be giving you advice. but i know how you feel."
he tips his soda bottle back and forth, mixing it up.
"pooh real wishy washy. it was hard to be the nigga friend when i first met him," he pauses and chuckles, i can tell he was reminiscing.
"i thought that nigga hated my guts. always muggin' and shit. then one day i beat him in spades. we been locked ever since."
"so what was the point of that story? i gotta beat him in spades?"
"tyjanay?"
"rodney."
"anybody ever told you you dumb as fuck?"
