Cutthroat: A Ramona Park Legend

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Joey that's my brother, so I'm part of all of Fatts beef.
-Vince Staples [Outro Lyrics]

• Hereditary Addiction •

2015

Deja.
San Fernando Valley, CA.

Pulling up to Joey's house in the valley after the nearly hour long drive from Long Beach, I park my car. He hasn't been answering my calls or texts for the past few days and I'm wondering why. I get out of my car going to the front door ringing the doorbell multiple times then sent a couple of knocks to the door to ensure he hears me.

When the door finally opens I'm expecting to see him, but instead I see a female. I look her up and down finally realizing who it is saying, "Dyamond?"

"Yeah. You here to see Joey?" She says opening the door wider.

"Why else would I be here?" I say walking in. "Where is he?" I ask looking around even though I wanted to know what she's doing here.

"His room. Probably sleep," she says making me look at the Nixon watch on my wrist.

"Sleep. It's almost 4p.m."

Dyme shrugs saying, "I don't know. He's been in his room all day. I just leave him alone and don't bother him." I give her another look while saying Mhm.

I make my way down the hall to this bedroom turning the knob and opening the door. As I push it open I see liquor bottles strewn all over the floor, an ashtray with multiple smoked up blunts and him sleeping in the bed with the covers covering his head. I smack my lips going over to the curtains pulling them back revealing a view of the mountains and the bright sky as Joey begins to stir in the bed.

I throw my purse onto the couch by the windows then walk around the bed. I grab a pillow pulling it back then smacking him with it until he finally pushes the covers back. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" He yells sitting up.