Gangstress

November 1999 (1)

***Angel's POV***

Today I was on the set of No Matter What They Say, and it was fuckin' crazy. Between all my shots, I was also being interviewed for a documentary that I had said I would participate it. The documentary was called Gangstresses, and I guess it was mainly about women from the hood, and how women struggle to survive in poverty. They told me that a bunch of the women they talked too were strippers, porn stars, sex workers, or dealers. 

They had been following me and Mary J. Blige around since me and her were kinda the only really famous women to ever come out of poverty thus far, and so they wanted our perspectives on being rich, and the shit we had to do to get here. Obviously they asked me about my recent arrest, and why I would still be involved in that when I'm famous. All I really told them was yeah, I got money. But I could always use more. Especially with taking care of what felt like my entire fuckin' family. 

I liked talking to them though. It felt really cool being asked about my story and actually having people be interested in it. Especially being able to give a woman's perspective on what it's like living in poverty, coming from Brooklyn, and kinda being the only woman in hip hop. 

After I was done my shoot, and talking to the documentary people for the day, I headed back home. I hopped in the back of the car that was picking me up and pulled out my cellphone. I went through all my missed calls and texts that I had received throughout the day and answered the people I felt like answering. 

After I was done I figured I should call my dad. I had been trying to keep in contact with him more recently since I found out he was sick, and it had been going pretty well. I had moved him into a way nicer house since I just figured being in that house definitely wasn't gonna help his health at all. I sold the old house, and it was really bittersweet. It was my childhood home, but it had been so damaged from my dad and all his parties that it almost wasn't even recognizable anymore. 

I was also paying all his medical bills, like I told Aidan I would and my dad was actually very appreciative. I was worried he was gonna act all entitled about it, but he didn't. He seemed to be really happy that me and Aidan were seeing him all the time, so that was all that mattered. 

I put the phone up to my ear and waited for him to answer while I watched all the buildings pass by as we continued to drive. 

"Angel baby! How are you?" He had started calling me by my childhood nickname again since he's been sick, and honestly I kinda liked it. It reminded me of when my mom was alive and things hadn't all gone to shit yet. 

"Hey dad. I'm good. Just on my way home from a shoot." 

"A shoot?" He sounded confused. 

I giggled. "A video shoot, dad. Music video."

"Ahh! I understand. Well how was it?" 

I sighed. "It was good, really long though. I'm exhausted." 

"Y'know, I'm really proud of ya. Mom would be so proud of ya." 

I smiled. "Thanks dad." 

"So I was watching the news today." 

"Uh huh." 

"And, are you still friends with that Eminem person?" 

"Uh, I don't know. I don't really wanna talk 'bout him, dad." 

"Mhm, I understand. I just saw that his mother is suing him for eleven million dollars." 

My eyes went big. "WHAT?! Did they say why?!"

"Something about defamation. I guess she doesn't like his music." He chuckled. 

"Oh my god, I bet he's just fuckin' fuming."