Flashback "Em, lets go" I pulled on his arm as we ran down the dark Detroit streets. He had fucked up. Challenged some dude to a rap battle and pushed to hard. Now some dickhead and his crew were chasing us. "Fuckit, Hay you fight right?" I must have looked at him like he was insane. " Em, they would kill us both...." He pulled me into his arms, "nobodys ever gonna hurt you again" His blue eyes stared down at me. "I fuckin promise you."
Now "Can I get a drink?" I was hustling going from the bar to tables and back again. I watched as this group of guys drank and laughed. They seemed so happy but under that it seemed more tense. Like maybe there was some kind of tension between some of them. I took care of the people at the bar before walking over to their table. "Can I get you guys anything else?" Thats when I saw him. I don't know if it was his eyes or if it was the way he smiled. But this guy was everything I'd dreamt of. The big guy who I'd assume was the boss shoo'd me away. So I went. And eventually they left. All except him. I looked up from wiping the bar to see him watching me. " take a photo it'll last longer." He chuckled and walked over to the bar. " My name is Tupac. " I smiled at him. " In an ideal world that is the start of a conversation about you and me? Am I right? Mr. Tupac" He smiled at me. "Yea, it would be." "I'll finish up here then we can have a chat. How 'bout that?" He nodded and sat at a table near the back of the restaurant. I finished cleaning and walked over and sat down. "My name is Hailie. I'm born and raised in a shithole part of Detroit and I left and I'm not goin back." We talked about our lives, the shit we'd both been through. Half way through he asked if he could smoke.
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We passed the joint back and forth untill we were both pretty high. " You're cool Hailie. We should hang out sometime."
