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Jamarion Montique POV
Tuesday, April 2nd
10:43 pm
"Yuh nah drink nuh more leggo off a this man" My hands clamp around the bottle gripping it tighter as Murray tries to pull it away from me.
"Lowe mi nuh bredda" I hiss as I stand staggering a bit.
"Yuh nuh see seh yuh nuh good fam, yuh did yahso from afta 7 a drink and a afta 10 come gaah yuh yard" He shouts and I press my palm against my head.
Pressing my other hand against the bar counter, I lean my body against it trying to stabilize myself. My head feels as if someone is bashing it in with a baseball bat but my appetite for drinking the liquor a few feet in front of me is far much greater than the pain I am feeling.
"Gimme another round deh please" I shout across the counter to the bartender standing in front me. Her eyes move to Murray and a loud hiss comes from me.
"Kadian nuh badda with it, send on the thing anno mek mi affi come ova deh fi it" I threaten and a force pulls in far away from the counter dragging me out of the little 4by4 endz.
I shrug the hand off and stagger a bit a loud sigh comes from beside me and I turn my attention to Smith who looks down at me with pity in his eyes.
"Weh yuh a look pon mi suh fah badman" I hiss as I pull up my pants to my waist and drag the shirt down to meet the pants.
"Yuh need help Jamarion pon a big level, a time now fi yuh stop gwaan suh" He voices and Murray agrees.
"Weh mi need help with?"I ask feeling offended at how they have surrounded me and made it seems as if my grief isn't valid. None out a the two a dem nuh know how it feel fi guh through weh mi guh through.
"Mi nah seh yuh grief nuh valid badman but come on now a 3 years yuh a drink fah, how long yuh a plan fi deal with it this way?" Murray butts in and I turn my head in his direction.
"She gone Jamarion there is not a backside thing yuh can do fi get har back. Yuh mad at the world fi she dead, everybody affi a walk round eggshell when it come on to yuh, we caah seh a thing bout death, we caah bring up nuh wife argument, we caah joke bout nothing because we always affi a think bout how frigged up yuh aguh tek it."
"The fact seh yuh come yah a cuss out Shania fi weh she seh like anno yuh guh tek har back affta yuh plead blood seh it nah guh happen. Jamarion a time fi yuh move on now man.
SHANICE DEAD seet deh see mi say she nah blurtneet come back mi.." Before he's able to continue my fist makes a connection with his mouth.
Blow after blow I send, making sure that I aim for his face.
Who is him fi chat bout har suh, of course, mi know seh she nah come back but what was that trying to rub it inna mi face.
Mi get it ennuh
Mi understand
The backside headstone ova Dovecot is a daily rassclatt reminder that she will neva come back
Him know more than anybody how hard it is and fi him rub it inna mi face like that bring mi to another level of anger mi not even did know seh possible.
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