Building Blocks- Deal with Daredevil

Chapter 2: "Jus her right?"

Thirteen years later...

Dorian sat on the mini bench on the roof top outside his bedroom window staring at and fiddling with an unlighted cigarette in his hand. "Dorian!" his mother called out while rushing through his bedroom door. His bedroom hadn't changed much from its shambled state, except that the pictures of vocalists, renowned football players and track and field icons were replaced with sketches of tattoo designs and half naked women. Dorian quickly shoved the cigarette beside the foot of the bench as his mother protruded her head through the window to the roof. "Way de money for de rent? An ah tought yuh was goin an cook today?" Her attire also had not changed much and did little to conceal her aging skin agility. "Ma, ah give yuh a gran las week. Wa happen to it?" Dorian queried annoyingly. 

Dorian's mother came out on the roof as she proclaimed "How yuh feel ah use to pay de cable bill yuh does run up, de light bill an water bill, an-an b-buy groceries .. an soap powder to wash yuh stinkin close? Eh?" Dorian steupsed while standing up to stretch. He was taller than his mother now, and more muscular. He smilingly responded "Ma firs of all, de cable bill is a flat rate, an light an water included in de rent, so ah doh know wah yuh playin." He then pulled down his vest, straightened the belt that held his dark, fitted jeans on his lower hips and neatened the bandanna tied around his head which was combed in cornrows. He continued in an annoyed manner "An wah he face, yuh man? He doh give yuh money to buy groceries? Eh?" Dorian's mother shoved her hand toward Dorian's face while protesting "You doh study bout dat. You is meh son. I went an skin up in hospital to make yuh. Yuh owe meh." In an attempt to avoid further confrontation, Dorian walked away back towards his window as he sarcastically repeated "Doh study bout dat?" His mother was now with her hands on her waist noticing how Dorian walked away from her. Dorian continued while fitting himself through the window "He does come an eat all de food, stay here, geh ting in de night an doh want to pay ah cent." His mother then began to quarrel. "Ma look ah hearin Shotta come dey. Ah have ah gig to go to." Dorian intervened. "Yuh always goin out with da good for noting, fat Shotta to play dem chupid music in dem club and ah cud never find yuh when ah want yuh. When yuh go be dey, when ah dead? Eh? For meh funeral? An he always blastin dat chupid loud music to disturb de peace." By this time Dorian had already run off. His mother yelled behind him "Eh an look yuh leave yuh cigarette. Ah tought yuh say yuh stoppin smoke? Yuh aint even light it. Eh, Dorian way yuh lighter dey?"

"Hey what's the scene man, Daredevil?" "Ey, wa is de scene dey man Shotta?" Dorian gave a hand grasp to Shotta through the window of the vehicle before running around to the passenger side and jumping in. They were on their way to DJ at a club in the Enterprise community, where they did so every Saturday evening. Dorian was known to be naturally good at music. His music portfolio included DJ, music production, sound engineering, musician and vocalist. Shotta would arrange the gigs and collect a portion of the money. They decided to stop at the village minimart to buy some snacks for the road, mostly for Shotta. After some debating with Dorian they both decided to park and go in the mart since Shotta believed Dorian would not buy the snacks he described.

"Yuh done yet?" questioned Dorian, as he peered at the basket-full of snacks Shotta had already stacked. "W-W-Wait man. I still have to get the dip to go with these chips. How can a brother eat dry chips huh? Huh man?" Shotta pleaded in his high pitched voice and American accent. He had only been in America for two months before being deported. "Ok, ok, hurry up, man or we'd be late." Dorian teased in an American accent. "Ooooooh!" exclaimed Shotta "Check her out man! Mmm! She is one of the best looking chicks in this town man. Wait don't look! She's looking man." Dorian quickly swung back his face before he could get a glimpse of who Shotta was referring to. "And she's a good girl too. I even think she goes to church and is doing ten degrees or something like that man." "Wa? How yuh could do ten degrees?" Dorian queried while turning slightly. "Yeah you can look now, she's not looking," advised Shotta.