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JERMANY
For three whole days we have been cooped up in this room together. Three days. That is a long time to be in someone's presence exclusively. But, it was his idea. I agreed because it worked to my advantage. The longer I had him to myself, the longer I was able to bend him to my will. Hell, he was already mine; but I had to take the extra precautions to make sure. Conning is what I do best, I mean; if we exclude slinging dope and fucking. Rico was an easy mark the minute he allowed me in his heart. Shit, I've been doing this shit since I was seven years old. I am the bad one. Jermaine is the good one. Night and day...that's what SHE used to call us. If only we had listened to her warning and stayed in the house that night, maybe the life I lead now wouldn't even be happening. Man, who am I fooling? I would STILL be a dope slinging, big dicked con artist.
I still can't get that night out of my head. The night that changed my ENTIRE life...
"Jermaine, wake up," I said to him in a demanding tone. "Wake up," he rolled over on the top bunk bed and pretended like he didn't hear me. I decided to take more extreme measures, as I raised my hand and slapped him hard in the middle of his back. "Wake up, little nigga!"
He jerked upwards from the pain of the hit in his back as he turned over to groggily look at me. He rubbed his eyes as he focused in on me standing there in my T-shirt and "tightie whities."
"What is wrong with you now, Jerm," he asked me, as he grabbed his thick Coca-Cola bottled looking glasses and put them on his face. "What'd you hit me for?"
"Because I can, nigga," I smirked at him. "Get your ass up and get dressed. We're going out again."
"Again," he groaned. "You promised me that I could get some sleep tonight."
"Later," I told him. "She snuck out and left us alone again."
"Again," he asked me, as went to get out of the bed. "Why does she keep doing this, Jerm?"
"I don't know, JJ," I shook my head, as he climbed down the small staircase to the floor. "I really don't care at this point. I just want her to come home."
"God, I hate her," he shook his head. I slapped him upside the head. "Oww! What'd you do that for, Jermany?"
"Never say things like that," I told him. "She may be crazy as hell and a junkie; but she's still our mother."
"Why can't we have a mother like the ones on TV," he asked me, as we both started putting our clothes. "Claire HUXTEEBOWL would never leave her kids alone in a house while she went out for drugs."
I shook my head, at his comparison. We always watched two episodes of "The Cosby Show" every night with our mother Cassandra before going to bed. She had recorded each episode of the series. It had went off the air years earlier, but she, Jermaine and I were still watching recorded tapes that she had collected since the second season of the show. We were in the middle of the third season on that particular night. I will always remember the two episodes that we had watched. The episodes aired January 15 & 22, 1987 respectively. Entitled "Rudy Spends the Night" and "Say Hello to a Good Buy," these two episodes were funny to watch. I later learned that the latter episode that had guest stars by comedians Gilbert Gottfried and Sinbad were the highest rated episodes in the series' history.
