HAM (Hard As a Muthaf**ka)

Sk8r Boy

Sk8r Boy

                  My alarm went off at seven- damn, I wanted to sleep in. Fuckin goddamn probation officer…I slowly pulled myself out of the bed, and stumbled to the shower. Once I got under the water, I was fine. I lathered up, and washed myself clean, dried off, and got dressed in some clean boxers. I fixed Teja some dry food and fresh bowl of water. “How’s my Teja doing?”

                  She barked, as I caressed and rubbed on her. I washed my hands, then started to dress in my gear for the day- some cargo khakis, ankle socks, a white v-neck tee, and white Polo short-sleeve button up with black and blue plaid on it. I slipped on my white and black Adidas Samoas, grabbed my black A-town fitted, grabbed my keys and cell phone, and was out the door. There stood a couple of them lame ass niggas from the L building outside already…damn, don’t these mutha fuckas sleep?

                  Toya passed by in her car, giving me a little wave. I waved back, then proceeded on my way to the Marta station. I paid my fare, and got on the train, lookin around for some cute ass females…a nigga is always keepin a look out for some potential new pussy to fuck. I seen this one cute ass girl, but she was all cuddled up next to the crusty lip ass nigga…damn. I jumped off at Westlake, and walked up the street to the probation office…it was this big beige ass building that looked like an eyesore on MLK, across from the goddamn cemetery. I took the elevator to the 6th floor, and walked to the glass.

                  “Jacoby Martin, here to see Mrs. Hutchner,”

                  “Have a seat, and she will call your name,” said the lady behind the glass. I sat in one of the many seats in the so-called “lobby”, playin around with my receipt. There was this cute Asian chick sittin next to me…nice legs, long black hair, and creamy skin. She glanced to me for a hot sec, and smiled.

                  “Why you here for?” I asked.

                  “I got a ticket,” she said, with an uneasy smile, as if she was ashamed to talk about it. Shit, try havin to go for some bullshit charge like I was goin for…they only stuck the weed charge on me, coz they couldn’t stick the narcotics charge- they couldn’t find the shit.

                  “A ticket’s not so bad,” I said. “You pay it off, and keep it movin,”

                  She giggled a little.

                  “What’s your name, if I’m not bein nosy?”

                  “Kim,” she said. “What’s yours?”

                  “Jacoby,” I replied. Her smile warmed even more at the sound of my name. “Jacoby…that sounds cute,”

                  I laughed, a little. “Never been told that my name sounds ‘cute’. That’s a first,”

                  “You go to school, Jacoby?”

                  “Not yet…I’m thinkin about it,” I said. “My mom wants me to go…why? You go to school?”

                  “Tech,” she answered. Wow…who wouldda thunk, I could pull a GA Tech girl? “I ended up going down a one way street over there and the police gave me a ticket,”

                  “You’ll be okay. It could’ve happened to anyone,” I said, tryin to speak proper a little more than I usually do. The door opened, as an older man peeped out, wit a bowtie on. “Kim Watanabe,”