Not My Type 3: Alternate World

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📍HALF WAY TREE, KINGSTON
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"Dawggggg mi say all har cratches me nyam!" Golow blurts out. "Me name GO-LOW fi a reason!"

Scrolling through my instagram aimlessly. I cock an eyebrow and stop to look up at him for saying that publicly.

Wah?

Everyone starts y'ing him. Some can't help laughing.

"A shot yuh want a man shot yuh?" Keno attacks him.

I stay silent, with a smirk of course.

Feel yuh easy bwoy Prezzi?

"Mi a bad man bredda but wah me do with my mouth nuh suppose to affect my street cred and a that mi wah some bwoy know!" he goes on to say.

Jah Jah.

Wish yuh could a' agree nuh true? The voice in my head taunts me.

Nah.

Ow some man chat dem thing ya?

"The likkle thot gyal weh yuh ever used to have?" Another youth ask him.

"Yah, but she never no thot," he defends. This man contradicting yuh f—.

"She used to make yuh live a clinic, more while mi a shine off mi rifle pan the road side a you that gone a clinic," the same youth retorts.

Everyone laughs.

"Yah, yah, yah, a me gyal that weh nuh used to top shot me and mi nah talk a box! but the way the sup'm did taste mi couldn't let go," he continues.

"Wah? Betta yuh shit up," Gutta finally gets what's going on.

So all in all fi him mouth him a ketch disease?

Not a G'.

They laugh. I don't. He's starting to do too much.

"See Don yah so and a move so?" Alex questions.

His eyes turns to me.

"My bad dawg but mi just no like the pretending thing yuh sight?" his tone apologetic.

I don't react.

"But yuh feel a joke?" he turns to the ones laughing. "Shot after shot after shot!" he goes on shamelessly.

"So you goodly have aids yuh check yourself?" I ask him.

Even though I didn't intend to make a joke they laugh loudly, now asking him the same because I'm finally speaking.

He laughs.

"The Don ask yah question!" They shout at him.

"Ask him again mi General!" Someone from the corner blurts out.