Back to the block

Hotdog water and crackheads

        Being back in Harlem was the worst thing that could happen to me. First, I lose a huge majority of my money because of "investment issues" then I lose my shop then my house, now I have to go back to the very place that made me a monster? Fuck my life.

  The smell of hotdog water and crackheads filled my nose as I exited my Uber. I was back at my old stomping grounds, 145th and Lenox. The only thing I want to do right now is go into my new apartment, unpack and knock the fuck out!

I was highly impressed when I walked into my new apartment building, it was a brand new building but trust me it doesn't look like it belongs on 145th! More like Times Square. I followed the marble walkway to the elevators with gorgeous mirrors. As I waited for the elevator to arrive, I checked myself out making sure I still looked as good as I did when I left the airport.

BING BING

A text on my phone read "Ali what happened to you? Literally everyone here is talking about how poor you are and how you had to move back to the slums" I rolled my eyes. You can't be serious.

With my eyes glued on my cell phone, the elevator door slides open. Barely paying attention I bump heads with someone while trying to get into the elevator. Immediately I hear a deep voice say  "Shit! watch where the fuck you—-"

He takes his eyes off of his cellphone, and looks down at me. So you telling me to watch where I'm going but you're on your phone too? I sarcastically laugh while reading a new incoming text. I didn't bother to look in his face but when I did, I thought I was in love.

I slowly traced his entire body with my eyes. The first thing i noticed was his waves, i loved a nigga with waves. But not only did he have waves, he had the cleanest beard I've ever seen revealing straight pearly white teeth. My eyes moved from his face to his body. He had on a regular pair of amiri jeans with a clean white tee, balenciaga sneakers, a Cuban link with the name CAIRO blinged out in diamonds, pinky rings and a richard millie watch.

He just looked like trouble, and I am in no condition to get involved with it. So instead of talking, I maneuvered around him, got into the elevator, and pressed my floor. I could feel his eyes glued on me but I tried my hardest not to make eye contact.

After that extremely awkward situation, I exit the elevator and enter my apartment. It looked pretty good in here, wasn't really my style but it had to do.

After unpacking and showering, I finally get the opportunity to get some sleep. Comfortable in my queen sized bed, I began to doze off.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM

I jump out of my sleep to the sound of someone banging on my apartment door, "FUCKKKKKKK! Who the fuck is it?!"

I grab my robe, cover myself and head towards to the door. Whole time I'm thinking — who the fuck could it be? nobody I talk to from here even knows I'm here.

I looked into the peep hole to see my crazy ass best friend, Meilin. Fuck! I forgot to tell her I was moving back today. I could hear her mouth now. While unlatching and opening to door, I could hear Meilin saying "Yeah bitch you better open this fucking door!" 

As soon as the door opens, Meilin jumps on me. I haven't seen my girl in so long! We lost touch when I moved to Cali but we have one of those friendships where you could not talk for months at a time but every time y'all link up, it's like nothing changed.