Chapter 4 (Back To My Old Self)
About a mouth in I started acting like my old self. Smoking, drinking, going out partying, and selling all these hoes dreams on something that will never be.
I was back out in the streets. Working every night. It was feeding me. Not enough for a new car, house, not even to help pay bills but it was something. And it also was enough for me to get a few new items from her or there. So I guess I was straight.
Flashback
"Damn who that." I asked as we where sitting at the bench at the park. It was a girl across the street coming this way.
She was wearing a half shirt with a heart in the front. The same kind of pink heart that matched the one on her bellybutton. She had on some cargo shorts. And some chucks.
Her hair was down her back. I knew they where tracks. Only because of the invisible part. But look good enough to be though of as her real hair.
"Her name Stacey." My nigga said noticing who I was talking about.
"She bad." I said drinking some my sprite. I not gonna lie. I was leaning a little not enough to fall over. But enough to feel the drink.
"Aye." Justin said as she walked by.
"What Justin?" She said with a half smile.
"Damn so you gonna walk by and not say nothing."
"Sorry Justin. Hey. I didn't see you there." She said sarcastically and giving him a hug.
"Alright you got jokes." He said. "So what you doing tonight?"
"Nothing chilling at home. Why?"
"We having a little get together at the crib. You wanna come?"
"Yea I'll be there." She said walking off.
"Damn that you?" Melvin asked walking up.
"Naw that's my ex."
"Hoe." I said.
"Naw. She don't even get down like that. She was just something to keep my stress down. She cool. Low chick." He said getting up walking to the court.
Cool. Naw. I mean she could be. But she out her from the ghetto I don't know if they keep the stress down. I think ghetto the cause of it.
End Of Flashback
