WAY BACK | KV

02

BAYLOR MILLIE JETTS
8:36 pm, 64th St, Chicago, IL

We exit the train and start walking towards the south side of Chicago. Nino and I were originally born and raised in this part of Chicago, but as soon as I turned seventeen six years ago I started saving up to get the fuck from this side, then eventually of of Chicago for good. I could move now and start a new life if I wanted, but part of me is still attached to home.

We turn right leading us to face Parkway Garden Homes. This is where the trap was located. My brother'nem been in the streets since preteens, so basically a decade and some change later, they run what they once worked for.

We enter the apartments and felt a cool breeze, "What the fuck? Since when the AC blow in this bitch?" I hear Sage murmur.

"Nah facts foe, I couldn't tell you the last time I felt this bitch blowin," I say as we climb the staircases until we reached the top level. We didn't come here as often anymore, but when we did the AC was never strong like this.

Sage does her signature knock on the door causing the apartment to quiet down. I told y'all she knock like the laws. The door swings open after a couple of seconds to reveal my brother.

"Shawty, you tweaking, knocking like you the laws and shit," Nino mugs Sage and walks away from the door, leading us to walk in.

The apartment wasn't super big, but it was enough to fit all these niggas plus us two girls. Some niggas were shooting dice, the others smoking, the last two counting money. Nobody stayed here, this was a place of business and to chill.

"Nino, don't start folks," Sage remarks, locking the door behind her, "And stop being a pussy."

"I ain't even finna entertain yo ass lil folks," Nino goes back to his dice game.

"Wassup y'all?" I speak to everyone so I wouldn't have to do it individually. Scanning the room I see Nino, Booka, Zoo, Durk, Doodie Lo, C3, and Boonie, but no Von. This nigga was just here and was partially the reason of why I came, but whatever. I guess I can smoke these niggas weed since we already here. They all greet us back as we sit on the last two empty seats on the couch.

"Folks, you chiefing the wood," Sage stares directly at Durk who was in the couch beside her, "You finna pass it or what, gee?" He looks over at her without saying a word and passes the backwood to her, turning his attention back to the his homeboys playing Madden. I giggle at my best friend cause she really wasn't playing when she said was on his ass.

Nino comes up and randomly hands me $300 and some weed and all of a sudden I'm glad I came. One thing about my brother, he spoils the hell out of me like I'm his seed, "Huh, roll this up, we finna get fried tonight," Nino then hands me woods a pack of 5 woods.

"All of it?" I eyeball the weed. This was almost an ounce. Do I look like a personal roller?

He nods, "You see it's ten heads in this bitch." I sigh and begin breaking down the weed, handing the bag off to Sage. She liked rolling more than I did.

"We might as well get a section like I was saying earlier, folk," Booka tells my brother, but Nino waves him off.

"Yo ass always wanna go to the club on foe'nem. It's the same hoes every week, I promise you ain't missing none," Nino takes another swig out of his cup.

"Nigga act like y'all not coming fuck with Atlanta in a few," Durk finally speaks, backing up Nino.

"Whole time I ain't worried about next week pussy, I'm tryna fuck on a shorty tonight," Booka exclaims. This nigga was always horny.

"Why you just don't call one of them dirty ass birds you be fuckin wit?" Sage bluntly asks, gaining laughs from around the room.

"I could fuck on you if I wanted to," Booka barks back. Taking a pull from the backwood I just passed him.