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Kane:
A smile graced my lips as I listened to the old school knowledge being spoke around me.
"These young cats don't know nothing about old school music Ed. They like that 'suck on my dick, eat my ass, hold my gun' type of music. They don't know about old school like Maze Featuring Frankie beverly, Ojays, Or the Temptations" My dad spoke.
I was giving him a tattoo as he requested and he invited my uncle, his brother, to join us. Dikhan and Ant were on the couch listening to the same speech I was hearing.
"X, what that young boy name is?" My uncle Eddie asked, snapping his finger trying to remember.
"Who? The one that do all the singing and shit?"
"Yea the chubby one. Now I can listen to him, the boy got sense compared to his generation"
"Cry baby ass Rod wave?" Ant asked chuckling. Eddie stomped his foot agreeing.
"That's the one! See nephew you need to listen to him. Instead of them other youngsters that rap about that crazy stuff."
I chuckled lightly. "Man pops stop moving yo arm before yo tat be fucked up"
"And Ima sue you if it is. I want a HUNNIT AND FIFTY THOUSAND."
They had us in my tattoo room laughing for the past hour. I missed out on shit like this in my life. To actually be able to enjoy moments like these with my bloodline, one of the best feelings in the world.
"Aye Unc that nigga already owe my girl a refund and we not gone even discuss why" Dikhan spoke to my dad.
We developed a bond with him as the days passed. From the day I met my dad formally, we have grew a connection. So it was second nature to me that he meet the bros. Especially since he blends in so well with his personality. I see who I get my goofy ass ways from. I couldn't be happier to let them in my life. It's never too late to start over.
"Yo girl, better be glad she wasn't charged full price in the first place" I pointed to Dikhan.
"How ya boy doing? Marco is his name right?" Pops asked me. I cleared my throat. This topic is still a heavy one on me. The guilt I feel is exhausting to my mental state. I feel like I owe Marco my life right now for getting him caught up in this shit. He may have agreed but Im the one who brought it to his attention.
"He straight. He got out the hospital yesterday. His girl still in a coma doe'—its day 4"
He hissed at the new gained info. "Damn. Day 4? I pray for that young brother. That's a bad spot to be in. How yo girl is though?"
I took a deep breath. I haven't been around Dream in days. I feel like she's avoiding me and it's fucking with me.
"I wish I knew man. Im trying to respect her space but this shit hard" I admitted allowing the vulnerability to seep through my voice.
