MEGAN FOX, OMEGA SUPREME

Taliek

Now, I'm sitting on this hard ass bench, and I'm regretting my decision to leave my fucking coat in Taznim's jeep. It feels like its gotten even colder since I first woke up.

I'm recalling it all now; all the horrific shit we went through. Like I said, even though it was six of us, only me and Taliek remained in jail. Tai, because he was actually from another city altogether, and was just visiting his grandmother for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's. Nobody expected him to ask her for bail money.

He was really in New York because niggas wanted to kill his ass where he came from. I'm not sure, but I think he fucked up some cat's drug money. Probably spent it on girls; he was known for doing that shit. But anyway, we had to stand there as one by one, our boys got released from that nightmare. Their mothers came, or their fathers; sometimes both. And in Taznim's' case, his grandparents came.

There were harsh words spoken to most of them, there were plenty of embarrassing looks on behalf of my crew, but they got to go home. For me and Taliek, no such luck.But I did eventually make that phone call to my boy Third, who as it turned out, wisely declined the invitation to hang with us that night. As I said, he claimed not to have the five hundred, so I told him to try calling my house, and let them know I got arrested.

"What do I say when they ask what happened?"

Third asked me that, and it was a good question. A really complex question. I exhaled, and tried hard to think past the persistent haze of alcohol and weed. Felt like my high would never go down, and it was kind of alarming. One thing's for sure: I made a vow to myself to never smoke weed in the street ever again. Amazingly, I actually kept that vow, and became much more of a drinker than a weed smoker. Still am today.

But anyway, so I say to Third (short for Third Degree), "Just tell them some dudes tried to rob me and I fought them, and really hurt one of them. But the cops arrested all of us until they could figure out what happened."

"That's pretty good," he said. "Alright."

He exhaled like a person who didn't really dig the idea of calling up a motherfucker's parents at midnight to inform them their son was in jail. Which was completely understandable. "I'm calling them right now, so call me back as soon as you can...if you can. Don't you only get one phone call?"

"I don't know," I replied. "But just call them, dun."

"Cool," he said, and hung up.