Its A Thugs World

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Kareem.

"These grits are so bomb. I haven't had your cooking in so long." I said relishing in my moms food as she sat down back at the table and laughed, "Cancer didn't stop my ability to throw down. What time you got in last night?"

"Around 5. I am surprise I am actually awake. I just smelled your food and came to." I told her as she smiled from ear to ear. Actually seeing her in person has literally brightened my morning and calmed my nerves. Hearing your mom diagnosis over a phone is scary but actually seeing her I see how and why her butt wont sit still.

"So what you have planned for today?" I asked her. She shook her head and warned me, "if you are about to baby me Karey Im gon' tell you what I told your brother—the doctors said its nothing to do not my God. I am living. I am 69 years old and never felt better. So do not plan your day around mine. I am just happy to have my baby back home with me." Thats her. A strong black woman. I smirked and stated, "Well then I will stop by the diner a bit later. I am going to lunch with Nathan."

"That boy is still a hothead. Q showed me on his phone on the Facebook thingy Nathan fighting at a drag show." She told me as I laughed. Nathan and I were best friends in High School. Literal total opposites but being the only out and proud gay boys made us bond. Nathan is crazy but I love it.

"Yes he called me the second I landed to meet up today."

"So when do you start at Miami General?" She asked as I placed my fork down and stated, "Orientation is next week Monday and then I start that following Thursday. So I have like a good 6 days before I am walking those halls."

"Nice. I am so proud of you. So any boyfriend you left back in California?" She asked me try to pry into my private life. She must have seen my face and laughed a bit before letting a few coughs out. I swiftly slid her glass of water towards her. She drank some and I told her, "California is colorful but you know I love my black boys. I had a few hookups but nothing serious."

"You deserve happiness Kareem. I know you, you feel you cant juggle work and play. Always been like that. A great job, a big house, and all the money in the world cant equate to having someone to enjoy it with." She told me as I smiled and grabbed her hand and said, "I miss your wise words."

"Mhmmm. Oh the biscuits..shit." She quickly said as she hopped up and quickly took them out the oven.

"Mom Im going to burst. I cant eat anymore." I told her staring down at my half empty plate of grits, bacon, roasted potatoes, salmon croquette, eggs, and french toast. She throws down and especially since I gifted her Miss Lafare latest cookbook. I went to New York and got a signed copy of it along with a picture with her, her husband, and son(Deejay and I follow each other on Instagram actually). My mom had the photo plastered inside the front cover of the book.

"Just one wont hurt that little body of yours. Come on have one." She said dropping the pan on the table and the smell hit my nose and I melted. Its her homemade ones. Ugh I got to have two.

Q.

"The shipment come in tonight? Ill meet you there. Shoot me the time." I told Deuce over the phone as he stated, "Alright bruh."

"And how are you after last night?" I asked laughing as I placed the blunt back in my mouth.

"Your brother stitched me up good and then I spent hours feeding Valentina dick at her moms house. And now Im headed to Michelle ass"

"You cant leave Michelle ass alone. Bruh she toxic."

"And I love that toxic shit and you talking shit like Davina ain't swallowing your dick between ya' legs right now." He snapped as I looked down at the view of Davina with my hard 9 inch dick in her mouth and snapped, "Thats beside the point man we toxic for each other. Oh and do you need me to pick up that cash from-"