Friday Night Drama And Bullshit

If you all don’t know then let me tell you, I absolutely love Friday’s! Most of the time there’s a certain energy in the air, everyone is a little bit more relaxed and of course on the business tip, money flows pretty damn good.

This Friday started like any other one. Woke up, my mental clock starts to tick making sure I’m not only on time, but that I am thoroughly prepared to do business and have what my customers need. I hit up my supplier and make way to my spot to set up for the day. Surprisingly New York wasn’t there but knowing him I figured he was caught up with something. I’m proud of the dude, he used his lotto winnings pretty wisely (for the most part) and is setting himself up to make bigger moves and do bigger things. I give him about 4-6 months and he’ll be what we call “Boss” status. He’ll have his crew of workers and that’ll be a wrap.

So here I am running solo and I could already tell this day was going to start slow. I stayed down and patiently waited for the clouds to break so to speak. Hustling requires patience and focus. Sometimes slow money becomes fast money in a matter of minutes. You have to be prepared to step up your game when it does, follow me? You can’t afford to be unfocused when you’re surrounded by a group of people asking 20 questions and having their money out. Our job: Make sure everyone is satisfied. Bottom line. Simple.

I get a text message from one of my homegirls that she’s coming to the spot to check out your Hustleman. By this time business is in full swing and like clockwork, New York shows up so we lock the block down. My homegirl shows up about 2 hours later and lets just call her Mz Ree shall we? Now Ree is a fairly sexy female, bangin’ body and good personality. Oddly enough we share the same birthday so we get along very well.

I finish up and she tells me dinner is on her for the night. Good deal. She was stressed at the fact that her man, now ex-man, will just not leave her alone. And also he won’t return her shit that she has at his apartment. Her request; just drop the stuff off at her house and let things be. His point of view; not going to happen. My thoughts; this is a powder keg about to blow up. I didn’t know how right I would be.

Now unfortunately I have to give you all the watered down version. Mainly because this incident could turn into some major bullshit and have some legal ramifications. Stay with me though.

So we have dinner then head to Okiah’s off of Highway 29 for some drinks. Now I’m not a drinker but I don’t mind a beer every now and then, so I’m with it. The place is a small bar but it’s the people that make it what it is. It’s just one of those places where you can just have a good time and chill out without worrying about too much drama.

We laugh, joke and just settle into the mellow atmosphere. All the while her ex is blowing up her cell phone and she’s beginning to sound like a broken record. “I’m not arguing with you, just take my shit to my house!” and then click, she hangs up the phone. 5 seconds later, the call comes through again. This goes on for about 30 minutes. Now, there must have been something I missed because she got more and more irate and since dude wanted to know where she was at she finally told him. Dude was on his way. She asked me to leave because she didn’t want me involved, but hell, it’s not my situation and I can’t just leave my homegirl alone to deal with this asshole. I relax back in the booth. He shows up outside and she goes out to talk to him.

Fast forward… So here it is about 2:30am. I’m sitting in a hotel room with Ree who is coming to terms with a sad reality. This man hit her, square in the jaw and went straight bitch and pulled out some of her hair. I’m doing my best to remain neutral but shit like this pisses me off. I wasn’t there when it happened but I saw the results. By the time I found out what went down, dude was gone. The owner and security asked him to leave. But he did his damage away from prying eyes like the bitch he is. What kind of thug is he and what part of the Game is this? Dude needs a reality check. And to my disappointment she didn’t call the police on dude for reasons I understand; but he still crossed a line.

I help her ice her lip and jaw up and give her some real talk. She’s better than this dude and the shit he pulls is unacceptable. He does this because he feels he can and she lets him get away with it. I’m not saying she doesn’t fight back, but the situation should have never gotten that far. She needs to make a decision and it’s one I can’t make for her, feel me? Needless to say if and when her family and brothers find out it’s street justice more than likely. I’ll just leave it at that.

The mood in the room eases up and we lay in the bed. I hold her to console her and we drift off to sleep. She didn’t want to be at home so what could I do?

The morning comes and we leave before check out. I dropped her off at her house and refocused my mind on work. My mental clock started to tick again and behind all of that I wondered if Ree learned a lesson from this. Time will tell; but I won’t have her back if she chooses to continue to mess with this sorry nigga. It is what it is. My Saturday went lovely and I just wonder what drama is on my horizon next. Much love Fam.

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