As I lay in bed trying to savor my Saturday, I'm reminded that I've been grinding so hard lately that I can't even recall the last time I had a Saturday to myself. Just me, chilling at home, watching TV, and enjoying some takeout. Then "Mary Jane" by Bigwalkdog starts ringing on my phone. Ugh, I should've seen that coming. Seriously, though, I mean who is it now? With an attitude, I said, "What's up?" because I told everyone not to hit me up unless it was an emergency. I'm done with the nonsense, so I told them to reach out to Tip for anything trivial.
Glancing at my phone, I see it's Tip. Eye roll. "What's up, fam? This better be important" Grandma's home he said. Click. I was frustrated-this shipment was not supposed to arrive until next Friday. We don't never to talk about everything over the phone, so now I don't have any choice but to get dressed and head over.
Man, can I ever just catch a break? I've been on the go for months, and it's starting to wear me down. I'm almost 40-38, to be exact-and I think it's high time for someone like me to slow down. I've been telling Tip for years that I'm tired of this life. I've accumulated enough money for my future generations to live comfortably. When I first got into the game, I was broke. Then I made my first million in four months, and from there, it all took off. It was exhilarating in the beginning, but that fast life is like a drug, and even worse-once the money starts flowing, there's no stopping.
Tip keeps saying that once I leave, I'm going to come right back. Nah, I'm ready to settle down and start something new before I get too old and things stop working. Truth be told, I never took women seriously. It was always just a quick fling and then move on. Sure, I've had a few ladies who were worth keeping around for a bit, but nobody ever stays; they can't play their part, so I bounce.
Walking through my closet, I find some sweatpants, a white shirt, and my Jordans. I grab my keys and head to the garage-what car should I drive today? Fuck it, I'll go with the G-Wagon.
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