Jay is a 26 year old father of 6, struggling to find his way in the world. With a criminal record like his, it's hard to find work, therefore he's not able to financially support his children. Finding himself at rock bottom, he can only rely on one...
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"It seems like I always get high as hell when we vibing to some shit like this." I said to my boys as I continued to nod my head to The Isley Brothers playing on the television.
It was another week for me, and yet I still had no job. I had so much free time on my hands, which resulted in me smoking my life away whenever I wanted. When I didn't have my kids with me, I was with my boys doing absolutely nothing with our lives.
This isn't how I envisioned my life at 26. I suppose to be working a 9-5, wishing I was at home with my child and girlfriend. But that's not what God wants for me, I guess.
I took a couple more puffs of the blunt until I couldn't hit it anymore. It was burning my finger too, so I just put it out and relaxed for a quick second.
"Life is hard..." I said, randomly. The guys didn't have to look at me and I knew they understood where I was coming from. I hate I even had to struggle like this. No one wants to live this way.
And I guess you can say I brought this onto myself by getting with the wrong people and doing illegal shit, but that's the only way anyone around here is going to make it. I was lucky enough to even see 26.
"Man, tell me about it." My best friend, Ty responded. He wasn't in my predicament at all, but everybody is going through something. Regardless of how big or small the situation is.
I nodded, "My baby mamas are driving me crazy. I don't know what even made me fuck some of them raw."
The guys laughed and Ty looked at me, "You got to be talking about Beyoncé or Toya, because them the only two that be on you so tough."
I rolled my eyes, "Honestly, it's not even them two. Well, it is but so much goes into it. It's kind of hard when all your kids are in need of something and my BMs got their hands out waiting on me to give them a stack, when I can't even feed myself. And I be wanting to spazz so bad, but them my kids and my responsibility. I don't want them wanting for nothing."
I never really expressed myself like this, but the weed had me deep in my feelings. I just know I can do better but it's not much I can do right now.
"Damn Jay. I hate that for you." My homie, Jack said. I shrugged it off and put my hand in my jeans for comfort.
"It's cool. God always make a way."
We continued to talk about everything until it was about that time for me to leave. I didn't have anything important to do, but I wanted my bed.
"I gotta get out of here," I announced while reaching for my phone and keys, "I'll holla at y'all later."
As I was walking out the house and to my car, Jack was walking behind me. "Yo." He called out for me. I turned to see him still smoking his blunt and was handing me a backpack. Before I could ask what it was, he had told me.
