Its A Thugs World

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Kareem

"Yo!" I snapped on the phone as I paced the bathroom of LAX. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the toilet as my brother finally replied, "can a nigga shake his dick off first fuck—-whats good man?"

"My car is being shipped to Miami but it wont be there until Tomorrow. I need you to pick me up from the Airport tonight Q." I told my oldest brother as he snapped, "Lil Nigga its Friday I am not about to spend my night waiting on you at some Airport. Why mommy cant pick you up?"

"Because the doctor I spoke to yesterday said she needs rest. She told me you have her still down at the diner. Really Q? She has stage four lung cancer she cant be fucking running a diner." I snapped at him as my chest rose and fell quicker than usual in anger. Sorry let me give you all a little backstory.

My mother, Christy, grew up with her parents in the Heart of Miami. Her parents owned a diner that they left her when they passed. She had knew Q father since they was in High School at Miami High and ended up getting pregnant with Q during College. He died in a drive by as she was literally pushing my brother out. She was a bit depressed after that and went a met with a therapist who later became her second baby father. I was born and we was a little family for awhile. The diner made lots of money and with the help of my father we was living comfortably.

When Q was 11 and I was 8 my Dad was in New York for business back in 2001 and well he was visiting the Twin Towers and was killed during the terrorist attack. I still remember getting ready for school and watching DragonTales as my mother was on the phone with my Dad and then she heard a loud crash and the call dropped. I know what type of luck does she have to lose both of her baby fathers.

After that she focused solely on the diner as my brother drifted into the streets. My mom would pull 24-48 hours shifts. She was barely home so it was east for Q to get caught up in the street life. Not me though Ive always been different from him. My interest was for school and after catching Q having sex when I 15 I knew then pussy was not for me. Its so ugly. Like how can men find vagina's pretty. Anyways, I graduated and went to UCLS studying the pre-med path to become a doctor.

So then at the age of 25 I was applying to hospitals to match to as I finished med school when I got a call from my Mother that she was dying of lung cancer stage 4. So I canceled all applications and solely applied to Miami General Hospital. I got the call 3 weeks ago that I had been matched there. I was very reluctant about returning home but for the woman who gave me the best life and put me in the position I am in today Ill travel across any sea to get to her and be with her...plus moving back into my childhood home means no bills and if you live in LA you know bills and gas are so damn high.

"Fine! Txt me the time you land and be dressed because we are going out."

"What? I am not"

"Yes you are. My birthday is tomorrow you cant tell me no." Q told me as he hung up on me and took a deep breath.

"How are we brothers?" I asked as I walked out and seen the chaos of the Airport. I took another deep breath and mumbled, "See you later L.A."

Miami, Florida

Deuce.

"Stop playin' its a movie tonight at Club Fate. My boy got a V.I.P section and all. Come thru bring ya' girls too" I spoke on the phone as I sat outside my Barbershop in my Black Maserati. I seen the familiar SUV pull in around back and I cut the annoying bitch off on the phone and stated, "Man pussasshoe just be there." I banged it on her and opened the car door and stepped out in my black Christian Louboutin loafers, black Amiri Jeans, and a Hugo Boss white shirt with my Black Diamond Rolex watch. I walked across the hood and went inside Clipz. I own about 7 Clipz from Kendall to Miami Garden. This one is the original one in the heart of Miami. Hell one had to be in the hood its where I started at.