I'm just a ordinary nigga tryna make a 50 dollars out of 50 cent
-- Brown
I had to leave. I don't know if it was Michelle or the small ass apartment, but something or some one was beginning to suffocate me and a nigga had to breath. I walked into Juman's One Stop corner store with my white t shirt sticking to my back from sweat. I only walked down to the corner from my apartment and a nigga was already feeling funky, and Juman's didn't even have a air conditioner, and if they did they didn't have the motherfucka on.
I threw my head up at the Chinese nigga behind the check out counter, and he threw his back too as I walked down the small aisles. I picked up a few boxes of Lemonheads, my favorite candy since I was a youngin' before heading to the back of the store. As I'm going by row after row of lit drink coolers in the wall I can't help but to notice how chill and cool the drinks and beers look. I'm almost in a trance as I think how straight it would be to be one of those drinks that stay cool all day and never get hot, so I open the glass door that has wine coolers only behind it and stick my head in. Cool, ice fog rap around me and man, I feel like I just died and went to heaven so I close my eyes and enjoy the feel.
Not even five minutes, and here this punk ass nigga go.
"Hey! Hey, you back dere!"
I keep my head in as a smile began to break out on my face. I swear I can stay here all day.
"Hey! Shut that! No free nice air here! I'm hot. You hot. Eerrbody hot!"
Next thing I know the door is yanked from my hand. "No come here for 'dat! I sell shit for eerrbody at corner store! Air is not one!"
I frown down at the short motherfucka. "Man, it was just for a few minutes," I told him.
He point his finger at me, "Few minutes, few seconds, don't care!"
I wave him off, turn around and snatch a strawberry Jamaican Me Happy from the fridge for Michelle, and began walking to the front with him still talking shit in Chinese behind me. As I'm waiting at the counter for him, a woman that look like all they ass came out from the back and say some shit to him in their tongue. I think their arguing because they both frowning and pointing at each other like foreign enemies.
"If you turn air conditioner on, maybe customers won't need cooler!" she said. "Cheap! You too cheap, motherfucker!"
He slammed his hand on the counter, "Do you pay bill? No! I do all shit. You just sit and talk, talk talk! This my store now get ass to the back!"
She began yelling some more shit I didn't understand, but just like he said, her ass got to the back.
I laugh. Damnnn, I need to have Chelle like that.
"That's it?" he ask me with a frown on his face.
"Nah, lemme get a pack of Newports and two Swishers," I told him.
He rung me up, I hand him a twenty, grab my shit, and told him to keep the change and thanks for the free air.
I bust open the box of Lemonheads as soon as I step outside the store, and as I'm throwing them in my mouth I see Dre sitting right at the door in his Chevy. I almost choke to death when I see the BITCH NIGGA tat on his forehead and the black bruise around his eye.
Damn, cuzzo fucked him up.
"Get in," he told me.
