"Fuck you, Monte!" a woman would scream, "You don't do shit for me but lay on your ass!" she'd rant on and on. A mans voice would be heard not even seconds after "Bitch what you want?!" He'd reply. "I get out there, hustle for yo ungrateful ass, pay these bills and shit, fuck this I'm leaving! " he'd say while stumping towards the front door and down a flight of stairs following a door slam loud enough to wake the heaviest sleeper.
Knock , Knock , Knock!
"Who Is it?" a soft deep voice would call out in caution. "Nigga it's Mon, open up."
In no time the door would open , revealing a light skin , average built African american. He'd walk in the door way and rush to sit on a raggedy sofa bed after making way through a pile of dirty clothes and news papers. "K, you need you a girl dog."
Now to start k whose actual name was Kapri Menty wasn't so average built , he was skinny and above height slightly. He was dark skin with a goofy look and a druggy type glare; handsome overall but had a depressed vibe. Kapri would make way to his kitchen where clothes would be hanging all around. He'd open his fridge before responding , "Why? So I can be up at six in the morning arguing?" Mon started to shake his head.
"No, so somebody can clean up after yo ass. Anyway. Man she tripping , you got that stuff?" Mon would ask as he stood up making way towards kapri. "Of course , don't I always. Bills tight right now though, got to hit you with average charges , my son coming in soon; gotta go up a buck." Mon would take a stack of cash out his pants and start counting. "75,80,95,1,150,175,2,3,425,5" He'd stop and look at Kapri as he placed a jar inside a brown paper bag. "Good looks." Mon would say before trading money for the bag and making way towards the door. "Aye cousin, tell Ash I said whats good." Mon would say ,"Alright. " to Kapri and leave.
Kapri closed the door behind him and turned his oven on after opening it, hoping to heat up his small apartment. Time's for him was hard right now. It all started when he moved to New Jersey to escape troubles from Atlanta Georgia. Life was never easy , to start he grew up In an unstable home where hearing domestic violence was as common as putting on a pair of shoes. Like his mother he developed a passive attitude; yet they differed in staying put.
Where as his mother stayed put in hard times, he developed a hard to break habit of running away. He would be walking around his apartment cleaning up. The apartment would begin to heat up as he put a pot of fresh water on the stove.
"Fuck this can't be life" he'd say to himself as he took the warm water to a cold powerless bathroom after getting it warm from sitting on a isle of the stove. He'd pour the water into the sink and start bathing after lighting three candles that looked nearly finished. Kapri would wash up and walk back into the kitchen where he had took some clothes off a chair. He'd slip on a casual fit , white t, thick coat and blue jeans. He'd then fit into a size down pair of sneakers and leave his home after turning off the oven, blowing the candles out and locking up.
Standing on the corner of his street he'd look around and walk to a nearby laundry mat where another guy stood. Kapri would dap the guy up and dig in his coat pocket to warm his hands up as snow began to hit the streets In the early morning. Hours would pass as kapri stood by the laundry mat exchanging illegal substances with several random people.
"Hey ,Kapri" a female coworker of the laundry mat would say as she unlocked the doors from the inside. "How you doing, Phat?" Kapri responded.
"I'm good, early bird catch the worm huh?" she'd say with a smirk. Kapri would look at her and smile. Now phat, she was short and brown skin. Not to much booty but for what she lacked in body her face made up for. Phat was one of those girls to pretty for anything other than the best , but the way life works. Only the lucky one's escape the ghetto. Beside's she was helping her sister run their grandparent's laundry mat connected to an upstairs apartment where she spent most of her time studying online for college. She had dreams of being a doctor and with kapri always beside her, motivation was never a problem.
She'd start to turn on every machine manually along with the heat. Phat would turn on the laundries mat tv as a news reporters voice filled up the quiet place of business. The twelve o'clock news would be on.
"Hi , Tim, what exactly did the detectives find?"
one unseen reporter would ask as she awaited the casually suited male reporters response.
"Well , Kim, there were shell cases discovered, no actual harm was done to anyone, thank God, however the shooter Is still free to roam."
He'd respond so professionally.
The reporters would continue to talk on about the situation at hand.
"They just won't stop , how thirsty can a nigga get?" Kapri would ask while he walked in the laundry mat and joined phat.
"Well , Kapri you know as well as I do; It's hard out here. Not giving nobody a pass but they hungry. No telling what either of the shooters are going through." phat would respond. "You know you could be on that tv girl. I could see you doing that." Kapri would say as he rubbed his chin.
Phat would look at kapri and walk up to him, helping him take off his coat. "So, what's the plan for tonight , Kapri?" she'd ask. "I'm supposed to be making a money move with mon crazy ass. Speaking of that fool." Kapri would dig in phats back pocket and pull out her iPhone. He'd type in her code and dial Mon's number.
