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Erin L.
This was the true definition of cultural shock; my life was nothing but money and lavish living. I couldn't believe people actually lived like this or how the government could allow them to live like this.
" Here some more rules"
Nipsey spoke to me while walking into his living room putting on Converse and tying them up.
"Ain't gonna be no selfies or Instagram story shit when you wit me, I live a low key life and I'm tryna keep it dat way"
"Anything else?" I questioned with an annoyed tone. Nipsey tossed a hat and black gloves over to me, it got chilly at night in California during winter months but not this cold to where I needed to place on gloves and hat.
" Dis what you gonna wear when we rob niggas, so they can't tell who you are and where to look for you and for the cops not to catch you but honestly, they don't be giving a fuck about about Black on Black crime"
I put the beanie on my head and the gloves over my hands, Nipsey laughed at me, I was tired of people making me out to be a joke just because I was inexperienced on certain things.
"I have a rule too"
"What?"
"Instead of laughing at my cluelessness of this life just teach me what to do" Nipsey reaches over to me pulling my beanie down my face I could see through the holes cut in them.
" It's a ski mask not a hat to keep ya head warm and da gloves strictly to not put any finger prints down or show any tattoos on yo hand to give you away"
I was really getting ready to participate in a robbery, oh how I could see John laughing at what I was going through just on my first day and Lord my mother would drop dead if she got a whiff of what I was up to.
"What do I have to do?"
" Sit in da back seat and just watch me and my nigga Cane do all da work, if shit go sideways hop in da front seat and be ready to drive for us"
I prayed it wouldn't be taken that far, the smallest things caused me so much anxiety and fearfulness, especially illegal activity.
" You ready?"
" I guess so" How could you ever be ready for something like this? who were they going to rob? somebody innocent? maybe set me up to rob me?
How bad do you want this? Anytime I second guessed being here I thought of John's question and the answer remained the same. I wanted this so badly I was tired of being overlooked by A list directors and producers.
" It's a gun underneath my seat just in case shit get too real" Nipsey talked so calmly like he wasn't speaking on something that could get us both killed, my heart thumped at knowing I would have to be around a gun but I wouldn't show it.
