-10 years later..Present Day-
Jahseh
"You have the right to remain silent." The officer says aggressively pushing me against the police car, handcuffing me. "I'm not listening to your bullshit." I say, wincing a little bit because of how hard he was going. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law-" "Yeah, yeah I know the fucking know. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. I been through this shit a million times." I say annoyed with this asshole as he helps me into the back of his car.
What did I get in trouble for this time, you ask. I got into a fight earlier with this one fucking white dude that doesn't know how to mind his own damn business when he sees a gay black guy with dreads minding his business.. but he wouldn't know the gay part. But long story short, I ended up beating the dude unrecognizable. He started the shit, I didn't want any smoke. I just wanted to sit and relax until he came and started yelling at me and shit about how I was "bothering him."
But I'll admit, I threw the first punch. I need to work on my anger. On second thought, I need fucking friends. And most likely a new job because if I don't come in or they figure out I got arrested for assault, I'm going to be fired. Oh well. I've been fired 5 times from different jobs around Broward, it's nothing new. I swear to god I'm a nice guy, if you don't get on my nerves.
-Couple hours later-
"Alright, Onfroy, you'll be on house arrest for the next few months. You can't go anywhere, or do anything except run errands, go to the grocery store or work etcetera. If you leave boundaries, we will track you and you will be arrested." The officer explains to me as he puts the ankle monitor on me. "Understood?" He asks. I nod slowly. I just want to get my ass back home, since I'm going to be spending a lot of time there, I can tidy up that bitch. My ex boyfriend that I used to live with, his place was a fucking shit hole. He ALWAYS had stuff laying everywhere. He always had his dudes over, and they would add to all the bullshit. He went out a lot, leaving me home alone binge watching Orange Is The New Black a lot. His name was Jefferey. He was a very slim and tall dude. His friends called him Thugger, or Young Thug. It was always bizarre to me.
We broke up because our relationship wasn't how it used to be. We were never intimate anymore, he was out too much and I was just fed up and left. That was like a year ago, pretty sure he's forgotten about me and went on with himself, as I have of him.
I got back to my apartment later that day. I had just moved into here because the apartments were cheap and rent wasn't that much. Rent is about to fuck my ass up if the job I'm at now doesn't fire me. I live near a bunch of weird niggas. Like..creepy dudes. The smell of weed just bounces off the walls around here. The apartment info said that there's no smoking allowed but it seems no one cares to enforce that anymore. The most normal people I've seen around here. It seems there's this one dude that lives here but he often had the same group of guys around.
There's one tall guy, has black dreads, he looks around my age. He also looks Hispanic.
There's another guy he's always around. He has blonde and pink dreads. He's pretty short, but taller than me.
There's another tall guy, darkskin, black dreads, face tatts, I see him mostly wearing a durag though. It's always a different color. I've never seen him wear the same one.
There's another dude also, he looks like the guy I described before but obviously different. He had dreads also, a kind of faded blueish green. He was like kind of short, but tall.
There was other guy I see only a little bit, not too much. I can't remember what he looked like though. I only remember he had a lot of piercings on the face, tattoos, he was pretty short and had braces. I ain't never seen a grown man have braces but there's always a first time.
They looked real familiar but I could fucking care less about any of the motherfuckers living in this shit. I've given up on men, I'm not even going to try to play around dudes and make them question their sexuality. Too much work. I'm gonna be closeted until I'm ready to come out again. I remember I told my mom I was gay, she literally threw me out of the house. I'm not going to do that again and risk the same thing happening. I don't care what others think about me or my background or my choices, but right now I don't wanna hear any criticism. Already had to deal with it today and I'm not doing it again. I'm good love, enjoy. I mean I'm 24 years old. I only have me to defend me.
