That bitch had me all the way fucked up. I hated hitting her like that, but sometimes I had to put my foot in her ass to show her she didn’t run shit around here.
Right now I had more important shit on my plate. Already this morning I was getting bad news after bad news. I needed to go holla at the only person that could help me with this shit, and the only man I could trust.
With the tour being cancelled my money was going to be looking crazy, and as I was driving
to drop off some money to my boy Titus this bitch calls. Portia’s name filled my damn cell phone screen again.
“So you want me to tell your wife that I’m pregnant?” She laughed, but I didn’t see shit funny.
“Bitch, don’t play with me. You lucky I’m not there. I would break your motherfucking jaw.”
“Well, come do it then. That’s not going to change the fact that I’m pregnant with your baby.” She sang it like it was a joke, like her being pregnant was some kind of funny ass rumor you see on the magazines.
“Bitch, you know this is my life.” One hand on the wheel and my other hand on the phone I tried thinking of how much an abortion was these days. It had been at least a year since I had to pay a bitch to head to the clinic.
“Bitch, I wore a rubber with you every time. Don’t fucking play with me.”
“I’m not playing, and we didn’t wear a rubber every time.” I thought we did, but I was fucking so many hoes it was hard to remember, but I still played it off.
“Whatever, man. You ain’t got no baby by me.”
“Well, I guess we will see when it's born.” I wanted to reach through the phone and slap her ass.
“This shit can’t be happening to me.”
“So... Rubbers break.” She laughed, but this was a bigger problem to me, and this bitch didn’t care. This couldn’t be fucking happening to me.
“You gonna have to get rid of that.”
“No... I want a baby, you know that.” I didn’t know shit. I didn’t pay these hoes much attention. I just fucked them and then I left them with a wet ass.
“Girl you know I got a wife. Quit fucking playing.” I pulled into the parking lot of the barbershop, and this bitch was rambling on and on about baby showers.
“Yo, I gotta go.” I hung up on her ass just as Titus was pulling up.
“Whaddup, bruh.”
“Man, it's all fucked up, man.” Titus was the only person I could really open up to.
“I thought you were supposed to be out of town on the tour.” He opened up the door to the shop letting me in.
“Yeah, they cancelled it. One of the leading groups got arrested.”
“Damn.”
Titus was moving around the shop turning on lights, but I could tell by the way he wouldn’t look at me that he was mad.
“Yo, I know it's been a minute, but I got that money I owe you.” It was twenty six thousand, not just some chump change, but I had to wait and get shit situated before I gave it up.
“That’s wassup.”
“I gotta get it out the bank, and you can come by and get it on Saturday at MJ’s party.” My oldest son was turning nine.
“Cool.” He put the cape over me.
“So, I got a problem, man.” Titus was the only person I could talk to about this.
“Shoot…”
“I got one of my bitches pregnant.” He laughed so hard I thought he was going to fuck up my lining.
“Damn, man, you tripping. Does Kish know?”
“Hell, naw. You know what she would do if she knew?”
“I can only imagine.”
“First of all, she would probably divorce my ass, get all my money, and custody of my boys.” I thought about this shit like it was happening now, and it brought tears to my eyes, but I didn’t let that shit roll down my face.
“So what you gonna do, nigga? I don’t know why you got married in the first place.”
“Shit, that’s simple. So I wouldn’t have to pay child support.” Titus laughed.
“What you mean?”
“It’s simple math. I got 2 kids with Kish. I got 1 with Rena. Rena is easier to control, she ain’t got no education, the bitch has lived in section 8 her whole life, but Kisha has a job and a head on her shoulders. I gotta put my foot up her ass for her to do shit.” When I said that I heard the clippers go rough across my head.
“What you mean put your foot up her ass?” I laughed.
“Nigga, you know what I’m saying.” He went rough with the clippers again.
“I hope you not saying what I think you are?” I only laughed, and he said nothing.
“You know a man has to do what a man has to do.”
“Where Kish at now?”
“At the cri, sleeping.” My phone rang, and I already knew it had to be about some money.
“Yo, T, I gotta go, man.”
“Aight.” He pulled the cape off me. “You good.” As I tried to hand him some money.
“Aight, bruh.” He didn’t say a word, just looking at me as I answered my call.
“Yeah, P, whaddup.”
“I think I got a customer for that thing you were talking about.” Paul was more than just an informant, he also brought me customers for my house flips.
“Cool, I’m on my way.” Getting in the car I was down the street talking to Paul about this deal when I looked in the mirror. My lining and hair was all lopsided and fucked up.
“Man, this nigga done fucked my head up.” Looking in the backseat I found a hat, but Titus had never did that shit before.
Everybody in my life was fucking shit up for me. Next week I was gonna change everything up including the circle of niggas I hung around, and Titus might be the first one to go.