After the day I had I needed this blunt, the craziest part is I was exhausted simply from listening to one person talk and that person was Papa Tunde. I swear being the eyes and ears for Damon... it wasn't an easy job and Papa Tunde's braggadocious personality was driving me absolutely crazy. The craziest story I heard from him today was about the athlete he was fuckin, I was used to hearing crazy stories but the fact that he was proudly bragging about watching this particular athlete and his first cousin fuck.... That nigga was sick. But what disturbed me more than anything was the fifteen-year-old that Papa Tunde was 'mentoring'.... It took everything in me not to put a bullet in his head but I knew Damon and Manolo had a plan so I was trying to stick to it... but the longer we allowed that sick fuck to walk around free, the more kids we put at risk. Calvin tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to Damon's cousin Declan, indicating that he wanted me to pass the blunt... I hit it once more before passing it to the man who looked so much like Damon they could be brothers... but if I was being honest, in terms of looks, I give the slight edge to Declan. I watched as Declan hit the blunt and let out a low sigh as he was getting ready to give us a little of his backstory and I was very interested in who he was and why he seemed to make Manolo nervous.
"So you were telling us about that dude your mom was dating...." I said hitting the blunt as Calvin moved behind me and started rubbing my shoulders, crazy how he knew exactly what I needed at that moment without me having to say a single word.
"Yeah, he was some big shot political strategist or whatever, he's the one who got me into The Naval Academy... I was actually doing extremely well until I got called one too many niggers and had to show them how I dealt with disrespect.... Eventually, I got kicked out because I fought too much, but I was still technically enlisted so I served out the rest of my term and now I'm here...." Declan said and I could tell there was WAY more to the story, but that was his story to tell and I wasn't one to pry. "Now... tell me your story. Tell me about this Papa Turd or whatever his name is...." Declan said hitting the blunt.
"Basically....." I told Declan everything I knew, in the midst of my story I noticed Calvin ducking off but it was still early and I knew he had to work tomorrow.... me, I didn't have shyt planned so I was going to stay up just a little bit longer. "Manolo has a damn good plan, I really think it'll work." I said shrugging.
"Tell me something...." Declan said finally putting out the blunt. "You've been around Papa Turd, do you think it would be better to ruin him... or put multiple bullets in his dome?" Declan asked as I sat there thinking my head was saying follow through with Manolo's plan... but my heart was saying that we should drive over there right now and end this shyt as quickly as possible.
"Manolo thinks...." I started but Declan cut me off.
"I don't give a fuck what Manolo thinks, I'm asking YOU what YOU think.... respectfully." Declan said and I sat there staring at him because it seemed like there was a little animosity there for Manolo, maybe I was reaching but.... "Look I fuck with Manolo, but he's too cautious... he likes to plan out everything and has a million backup plans for every scenario.... Me, sometimes the best solution is to finish things quickly. Dudes like that nigga... they're slippery as fuck and the longer we allow him to keep walking around the more damage he can and will cause." Declan said.
"Ayy this sounds like a conversation that you need to be having with Damon and Manolo, all I know is my role and that's the part I intend on playing." I said giving up on this conversation. "But what's your role in everything?" I asked.
"Strategic planning..." Declan said standing up. "I actually need to be getting back to Damon's place... I got some concerns that I need to express.... Real talk, I need to find someone to help me with this...." He said grabbing his dick, naturally, I looked and instinctively I gasped when I saw his print, which caused Declan to gasp. "My bad.... six months is a long time to go without busting a nut." He said shrugging.
