Season of SAM

I got you..

After dropping Lauren home, I made my way to my Lower East Side, one bedroom apartment.

Before I moved in, I didn't like it because all the damn windows it had but other than that, it was simple, comfortable, and better yet, it was affordable.

Another thing I loved about living in New York, is the beauty of the nighttime. I love how the streetlights illuminate each block of the city and that even at night it's busy. That's what makes it so New York and I loved it.

Making it inside, I collapsed onto my leather couch. The events of today still lingered in my head and my mind began to wander. How could this man make me feel the way that I did and he barely even touched me? Let alone had a conversation with me?

No man has even made me feel this way and it made me nervous. What if I actually caught feelings for him and he hurts me? That was why I was so emotionally detached to men. No matter what they did, I knew that they could never hurt my feelings or my heart.

Another thing I began to think about was how I haven't smoked in a week. Being so busy with work I guess it slipped my mind. I'm not one of those everyday smokers, just every other day, if that made a difference.

Jumping up from the couch, I ran to my bedroom to see if I still had last weeks stash in my top drawer and voila. There it was. The most beautiful, potent kush I've ever seen. With a big smile on my face, I picked it up and sniffed it.

"Oh how much I missed you," I said to the best smelling plant in the world. Along with it, I grabbed my crusher, lighter, papers and my bluetooth speaker then headed to the living room to blow some smoke.

After my hour long smoke session, I had the munchies like a motherfucker. Trust me when I tell you that shit ain't no joke. I definitely wasn't in the mood to cook anything so I decided to go out and grab some food. I checked the time and saw it was five after 10, so I threw my curly light brown hair into a messy ponytail, put on some slippers, grabbed my keys and left to make a trip to McDonald's which luckily for me, was only 4 blocks away.

Finally getting there I saw that each line was full. I wasn't trying to wait and thought about just getting a sandwich from the corner store, but my growling stomach was feening for chicken nuggets and a McFlurry so I just gave in and went to the shortest line I saw.

Impatiently waiting as the line began to move, a familiar scent brushed past my nose but I knew he couldn't be here. I immediately pushed the thought out my mind until I heard that unforgettable voice. It belonged to none other than Mr. Carter Brown.

Trying to be sure that the drugs weren't responsible for me hearing things, I tilted my head towards the front of the line and low and behold, there he was.

"Yeah, let me get 2 McDouble's, 20 piece nuggets, large fries and a large Sprite. Make sure you put enough sweet and sour sauce in there too cause ya niggas be stingy wit' it."

Looking him over, he had on a white T-shirt, gray sweatpants and Cool Grey 9's. I didn't even have to see the front him to know he looked good. Oh God, what was I thinking?

I didn't want him to notice me so I hid behind the man who was in front of me as best as I could and turned to the other direction, being sure not to get too close.

The cashier told him to wait in the pick up area and I knew he wouldn't be able to spot me because the long lines of people would block his view.

"Here you go sir. Have a good night," I heard the worker say.

"Thanks. Hope you put my sauce in there," I heard him chuckle. I knew he was leaving so I was able to relax.

The line moved up again and I was more than ready to get my food now.