7 Mile

Chapter 7

"Another eviction notice!! We been together almost three fucking years and you haven't told me about this!"

Kim near damn missed my head with the fucking hairbrush she just threw at me!

"I didn't wanna fuckin' worry you! I been tryin' to keep up the rent on this damn place! Where the fucks all your damn money going huh?!" I followed her through to the kitchen,

"My money?! My money!! I buy all the shopping! I put gas in that fucking scrapheap of a car!"

"And you buy all that stupid fucking makeup and all the clothes and shoes, we can't afford that shit Kim! You wanted to get a place together!"

"Yeah well we have to go! It says on here, final demand! What the fuck are we gonna do?! Marshall you're so fucking stupid! What you think you can just skip payments, throw away the notices and it'll all just disappear?! Ratbag!"

"Man fuck this! Fuck you, fuck everything" I didn't know where the fuck I was storming off too but I was going some place, any motherfucking place but here!
I picked up my keys, threw on my beanie hat, jacket and swung open the door, man if my car didn't start up I was gonna do some serious shit!

I was 18 and fuck was I confused in to which way I wanted to go with my life. I felt stuck right now, like life was handing my ass to me. I was good at rap, but I wasn't great. Maybe I could do better with my basketball skills? I'd been seriously considering pursuing a pro b-ball career, I'd played pretty hardcore for this whole entire year. There was two courts I played at, one where I was the best baller and one where I was the second best if this one dude showed up, he was taller than my short ass and boy could he dunk.
That dream was a fucking long way off, but so was rapping. Man vanilla ice now made it damn near impossible for a white kid to get respect in the game. Plus myself and Proof wanted the dream, so much so that we dropped out of school and went for gold.
Proof quit his job at Little Ceasers, he said one day to me 'fuck it, I'm doing hip hop full time' and started growing his dreads out. For sure he was on his way to becoming the best known figure in all Detroit, and boy was I proud of my best friend.
Proof would come see me at work, I was now working at Ceasers with Denaun and Mike, last week he stopped by with his new group, 5 Elamentz. We played to each other our songs in the parking lot and it was kind of a defining moment for me cause I felt like i could keep up with them. Proof got that psyched about one of my tapes that he immediately got back in the studio. He was hanging around with J Dilla and getting beats from him, he was the dopest beat maker in Michigan let alone Detroit, anyone who was lucky enough to catch a beat from him was either at the top of their game or just plain old lucky as fuck. The sound was so clean it made my shit sound bad by comparison. Proof was rapping over those beats so well that he had Tommy Boy records looking at him and was going back and fourth to New York, that's why we was all now thinking that Proof was gonna be the first cat to get a record deal.

After the fifteen minute ride I was at my homie Denaun's house. Not exactly his house but his moms. I needed somewhere to stay and he owed me one. I was looking for a new producer because I'd had a fall out with the guy who produced beats for the Bassmint Productions group, actually I needed to call up Mike, we'd not been in his basement recording scores of tracks for almost three days now, this was the longest we'd gone without making music.
Myself and Denaun had been kicking it in the meantime, and from this we got real close. He was going through that point in life where his father was on his ass about having a job to live in his house and whooping his ass too. But Denaun wanted to do music full time like myself and Proof was doin', so we started doing some songs together, and eventually he moved into my place, I even gave him my bed while I slept it out on the couch. That time was just a bonding, period.
I jumped out the car and jogged up to his house, the snow was crazy deep, I couldn't feel my nose the outside was that cold. I was hoping he was home alone, the first time I came around this place his mom thought he was selling me weed, great first impressions,