MEGAN FOX, OMEGA SUPREME

Taliek 4: Speaking to 3rd. favorite song of all time!

So back to the story:

I'm still sitting on that fucking bench, still trapped in the smallest cell I've ever seen. My thoughts shift from Christina over to Taliek and that second phone call. Luckily, Third answered on the first ring. Cool, I'd thought, nigga was waiting by the phone.

"Hello," I said, "Third?"

"Yeah, it's me," he replied. "I called your crib, your father answered. Yo, that nigga's bugged out dun."

"What happened?" I asked him, exhaling and trying to ignore the nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. I already knew what happened.

"Well, I told him you were in jail, but before I could even use the story you made up, he simply said: 'whatever it is, he did it!' Then, he slammed the phone down. I was like, hello, hello? But he was gone, I couldn't believe that shit."

"I figured they wouldn't come bail me out," I said, "but that's fucking ridiculous. Okay, then. Thanks anyway. And you're sure you can't get the money tonight? If you could get at least two hundred, I could get the rest."

"How?" he said.

"I can't talk about it over this phone, but I can get it."

"Well, I don't have it anyway," Third said. "Wish I did. Who else is there with you?"

"Just that asshole Taliek. The nigga who started it."

"Told you about fucking with him Lucien. I figured this would happen one day."

"Yeah," I said. "You told me so...fuck you."

Third cracks up at this, and I picture him sitting on his bed, probably smoking a blunt, and eating. Yes, he was always doing both those things. His room would be warm, and quiet--unlike this nightmare I was in. The noisy roar of my fellow inmates was an incessant thing behind me.

"Anyway," I said, "I can get out on Monday, but I need you to come pick me up. Can you?"

"That, I can definitely do," he said. "What time?"

I considered that for a moment. "Around eleven," I said finally. "Yeah, that should be good. And bring some forties from Pop & Kim's. Frosty joints so I can write my name on the bottles."

Third laughed again. "Alright nigga," he said. "ace."

He hung up, and so did I.

Ps: That funny looking nigger rap like he mentally disabled...little man is amusing though, thinking he got skills. Going at 50. Hilarious. He couldn't top one verse on this shit in a trillion decades. What's his shtick? Let me see, oh I got it: the worse rapping nigger ever.