I reached over and grabbed my handset off the nightstand and called the hospital to talk to Shania. The phone rung four times before I heard "Hello, this is Nurse Monroe," I scratched my head in confusion and said "Ms. Monroe umm, this Desire is Shania alright...?" Nurse Monroe hesitated and then replied "Umm, I'll have the doctor call you back Desire," and then she hung up. What the fuck is goin on here. I called Shania's cell and it went straight to voicemail. I called Officer Steele and asked him if it was at all possible to run a trace. He said he wasn't allowed to but he would do it this one time. I gave him Shania's phone number and I sat back and waited.
It took him damn near an hour to find Shania's ass but he found her on the west side of the Chi. He gave me an address and I knew damn well when I hit the block it was gone be bananas. I haven't been on that side of town in years. Shit, when my uncle would hit me up I would send that nigga a cab. I threw on my gear as if I was goin to war. I threw on my Ed Hardy Jeans and then I snatched opened my drawer and threw on a fresh wife beater. I grabbed my Chicago Bears jersey out the walk in closet and slipped it over my head. I slid my feet in my all blue Timberlands. I then bent down and put the combination code in my safe and grabbed my nickel plated nines. I stood up and placed one in my waist band the other in my holster located under my arm. I then snatched up my keys to the car I rarely used anymore. I snatched my FuBu jacket off the hook and headed out but not before I grabbed my dark blue fitted, now I was ready.
I went down to the parking garage and snatched the tarp off my 1980 Monte' Carlo low-rider. I very seldom drove this car for the simple fact and reason this was the car I drove when it came down to street business. Just when I thought that, that part of my life was over simple, stupid bitches pulled me back in. I jumped in and started the ignition and my monster roared to life. I peeled out of the garage and jumped on the express way headed to the west side. I had the speakers thumping; Drake kept me company all the way to 15th and Drake. I pulled out my cell and dialed the one person I knew was willing to ride, my Uncle Jerome "Pookie" Long.
"Hello,"
"What it do Uncle Pookie,"
"Shit, I can't call it. What's up wit you,"Hey, I'm outside I need you to ride wit me,"
I saw Uncle Pookie pull back his curtain in his window and then replied "Is that you out there in the candy apple ole' school...?" I smiled even though he couldn't see thru the tint I replied "Hell yea," he closed the curtain "This must be serious, give me five," I hung up and allowed Mystikal to caress my mind frame. Niggas were walking pass looking as if they wanted to jack me and shit. I opened the door and stepped out when I saw Uncle Pookie comin out the door. I went to get in the car when I heard "Desire, is that you," I spun around to find none other than one of my home girls from high school "What's up Gale," she walked across the street to give me a hug when my uncle said "Let's ride," I told Gale I would swing back through when I dropped my uncle off. She hit me with the smile and the lick of the lips and said "Cool," I opened the door and told my uncle to get in. I turned my music down and gave my uncle the run down, he nodded and said he understood. I cranked my music back up. We bent a couple corners and I was right back where it all started .... 13th and Lawndale.
