wrong number.

eighteen;

arizoné.

Jakhayla and I walked through the airport, bags in hand, looking for Ski. After about ten minutes, we found him sitting with this Cruella DeVille looking nigga.

I walked over and hugged Ski. His hands made their way to my ass, but I quickly backed up. I turned to see Jakhayla and Cruella. "Oh, Ski, this is Jakhayla. Jakhayla, this is Ski."

They did a quick handshake, and he introduced me to Cruella - I mean X. I did a small wave, but he only stared and did an even smaller wave.

•••

We ended up at Ski's place and I finally gave him a bag.

"What's this?"

"I made a list full of stuff you like. There's weed - different strains - and cigarellos, cigarettes, hot cheetos and other snacks. And more stuff, but I don't feel like listing it."

"Damn. You a real ass friend."