Thugged Out 4: Real Life

FORTY TWO- Triggered.

So, I decided to go ahead and finish this book. I honestly didn't think anyone was still reading it. But anyways, I hope y'all comment and vote and I hope y'all enjoy. 💗

"You know all of my bad habits.
You know it's hard for me to control that shit, man. 'Cause when I get mad, I get big mad. Should have never did that, get back. 'Bout to feel the wrath of a menace.
In my bag, in my feelings.
I'm a bad lil' bitch, and uh..." - Jhene Aiko

ANT

Looking around Presley's funeral, shit is real interesting. To say I'm shocked at the kind of people in this bitch is an understatement. I thought he didn't have friends like that, but I was wrong as hell. Behind the immediate family, friends, and the cartel is what shocked me. Damn near the whole church is full of what seems like the whole LGBTQ community and shit. They really showing him some love. It's unexpected, but I respect it. I done heard so many gay niggas crying over how Presley was they nigga, it's crazy. At least he had hoes in his own special way.

"This shit a mothafuckin' shit show." Majesty mumbles, watching some gay dude lay a rainbow flag inside of the casket while crying on Presley's body. "I agree. A gotdamn shame." I mumble to him. People have been acting like they don't have brains the whole time and the preacher has been trying to speed the whole thing up like he can put a time limit on some shit we paid to have exactly the way we want it. We didn't want a time limit and we wanted the casket to stay open for folks to grieve however they need to for however long. This is the last time seeing his body forever and it's supposed to be a celebration.

Presley got his ass popped for real. His head looks twice the normal size it was while he was living. I can't even lie, it fucked me up seeing him stretched out like that when we all went to identify his body. His neck was all twisted, head was split open with brains and shit leaking out, eyes were wide open, mouth hanging. Even though I wanted to take him out myself after he got on drugs and got on that weird pervert shit with my youngest kids, I would be lying if I said I didn't grow to love him like a son over the years of him being in our lives.

We had our good times just like we had bad times. Imma miss the old him. I'll miss the Presley he used to be before life and shit really started happening. I'll miss how lame and innocent he was, but that shit used to be funny. I'll miss his corny ass clapbacks he had whenever him and the other kids got into it. I'll really miss saying freaky shit about Jessica to him just to laugh at his uncomfortable reactions.

He wasn't always fucked up and doing drugs and shit just like he wasn't always full of anger toward the world. I hate he spent the last years of his young life in prison and fighting silent battles he probably didn't tell nobody about, but I'll never question God. It was his time. I'm just glad he ain't battling his demons here on Earth no more, because the nigga definitely had some just like everybody else.

I don't know what happens after death, so I don't know where his soul ended up. I just hope he found some peace and I hope he'll be resting well eternally. Everybody gotta go one day. Regardless of the bullshit he said and did and regardless of the fact that he was my brother and wife's illegitimate son, I won't ever quit loving the nigga and Imma keep his name alive.

The mothafucka responsible for this shit gotta go too, though. I wouldn't be me if I didn't ride on a nigga for it. LaLa got shot, Wendy was killed, Drew got fucked up, and Sean got shot in his neck twice. He in the hospital till this day two weeks after the fact fighting for his life. How could I not send shit up?

Thankfully, the morticianers did the best they could with his body. We paid the best funeral home money can buy to send him out right. He don't look the same way he did while living for obvious reasons, but he looks better than he did when this shit first happened. They put makeup on him to make his skin appear to be the same complexion, but he did darken up some after he was killed.