Bastard No More

11/24/21

    Greetings to all. I hope this finds you in the best of health and feelings.

     As the next chapter of my life approaches, I am so verily thankful for all I have. My health, my woman, our family. All of our blessings. It's been a difficult year but all has fallen into rightful place.

   Last week, I lost a good friend of mine. He was shot and killed by his own people. We'd been boys forever it seems, and I'm taking his passing hard, but it's made me think about Hassan lately. Hassan and I haven't formally spoken since our physical altercation a few months back. Losing Kevin made me realize it's time to reach out to him, and see if our friendship can be salvaged.

   I don't like slick shit and I'm not with it. Hassan did something I thought I couldn't forgive. But getting ready to go view our homeboy in a casket has made me quite forgiving.

   I no longer care about what he did to me, and I'm trying to get past everything. Tomorrow isn't promised.

    I'm so blessed. Truly. I've got two new babies on the way, plus my first granddaughter. I am over the moon. I'm happy with the woman I love, and it feels as if this time around we're finally doing things right.

   Semaj hit me with the ultimate question recently, if I thought it possible I could be content with just her. I figured she's been riding a rollercoaster lately, what with Figueroa carrying my child, plus there have been other issues as well. Certain women have let Semaj know just how much they cut for me and love me. That's a very hard conversation to have with the woman you love, discussing other women. I'm sorry I've even let things get this far with said women, especially when I know it's Semaj I plan on dying with.

   I can't explain these connections I have. Sometimes I feel like a crazy person.

    There are things I go through, unnecessary shit too. I'm a plasma donor; the females there do the most. I'm still getting pussy rubbed on my fingers as my arm is restrained. I'm still getting pussy pushed onto my hand. One of the females in particular does this on the regular. I've asked her not to do that shit. Anyone seeing that shit, they'll swear it's me doing the rubbing of an employee's private area. I can get blamed for what it looks like. But she's the one who instigates.

    Whenever my name is called, she quickly takes me to my donor bed before any of the other workers can claim me. I be like Oh Lord... this I say aloud, bcuz I know how she does. I get seated, lay back, she hooks up my machine. Once she sticks the needle in my arm she has to tape me down and attend the machine. She does this while smiling, joking, laughing, rubbing herself onto my fingertips and further. I done told her she needs to quit that shit.

   Then there's another one who works there that has been popping up in the same places as me at the same times. It's been recurrent. It's always Oh hey! Looks like we meet again! Are you following me? Bitch know good and damn well it ain't me doing no following. I do groceries. I run errands. I pay bills. I get money. I drop off money. I go back to work. I go donate. I go back to another job. I go shopping for the house. Where in that allows me to follow her? Miss me with that bullshit mayne.

   Then, when she sees I'm not giving any play, it's little sly remarks when I go donate. I mean she be tripping. Peep this. I hardly shop at Rouses, but seeing how I've been running into drama at my go-to, Super One Foods, I decided to go there. I walked around, got a few things and was heading for the checkout line when someone whisked past me and quickly got in the line I was heading for. It was her.😑

    Oh hey! I didn't recognize you! Funny we meet again...and trying her best to be sexy. She not cute to me at all. Her actions make her look dumb. She tried making small talk while I was dying to get away. Damn you smell good too... what's that you're wearing? You always smell so fucking good...so sexy...we need to hook up...I wanna smell you some more. She made me laugh😂Mayne, get the fuck outta here. I told her I have a woman and I'm happy. That should have been enough. But she wanna keep talking. I waited until she started putting her things on the counter. There was someone behind me in line. I excused myself then rolled out, back down the aisles in search of anything so I could get away from this girl.

   I hate being rude but I'ma have to sometimes.

   Tomorrow is Thanksgiving day. I am thankful for everything. For everything. Every bloodclot thing.

    We've decided not to do a traditional Thanksgiving meal this year, instead I'm going to barbeque and make all of their favorite dishes. Screw baking a turkey; I'm frying one outside and then I'm going to barbeque it. I'm barbecuing everything tomorrow 😂😂😂Salmon, chicken. Smoked sausages. Steaks. Lobster tails. Garlic bread. Cheese bread. Potatoes. Everything going on the grill.

   I'm ready to enjoy the day with my loved ones and I wish the same for every one of you. For everyone. This year has been hard, and seeing folks come together with food is a most pleasant thing. I only hope to satiate my guests and leave a lasting impression with my food.

   Blessed be to all. Be merry. Eat and drink heartily. Love one another. Be thankful for all you have.🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼