ONE MORE CHANCE
Kalena pulled out of the parking spot and passed by Chevy’s again. She headed towards the stop light which would take us towards 580. I couldn’t help but feel bothered by the girl who worked at the restaurant trying to look like a boy. She wouldn’t stop staring at me like we knew each other. Maybe, she thought I was Jordyn. That’s one of the downfalls of being a twin.
As we passed by, that girl was standing there looking dead at me!
The radio was blasting One More Chance. I used my best Biggie voice. Kalena sung the hooks; not quite like Faith Evans but a nice try. We seem to make a good time every time we’re together.
“Kalena?”
“Huh?”
“Since we taking the streets, let’s stop by the bridal dress shop.”
“Where?”
“There’s a small plaza on the left-hand side of the street with a Mexican restaurant next door to a bridal shop. We should start looking at dresses.”
Kalena agreed. “Guess I better slow down, so I can notice it before I pass it up. Man, I miss Biggie. That East Coast/West Coast crap was so stupid. We lost some good rappers to some true foolery. Tupac didn’t own the West and Biggie didn’t own the East, but they both were powerful enough to have both coasts at war. And for what?”
“For nothing,” I answered. It just got bigger than expected and then they ended up getting killed.”
“Makes you wonder who was up to that.”
“Killed?” I asked. “You mean shot and killed?”
“Man, Biggie was the one.” Kalena interrupted.
“Tupac was the one and only!” I said.
“Ok, let’s not get into another argument, ok?
“Sure honey,but how you gone be from the West Coast repping the East Coast? I bet there’s no one on the East Coast repping Tupac only. They stay true and I don’t know why you don’t.” I said.
“Girl, please. I don’t have to be from the East Coast to like Biggie. Tupac just raised a lot of hell and that got all y’all excited for some reason. Niccas walking around fired up for no reason at all,” she said chuckled.
“Tupac got you disliking Faith Evans, Total, 112, and Mase. I gotta give that man credit,” she said.
I paused and looked at Kalena to discover that she was getting heated.
I decided that I won this ongoing battle. I get a kick out of making Biggie’s fans mad. It’s funny to me.
“I mean, he was a talented rapper and actor,” she continued. “Plus, he wasn’t born in Oakland; he’s from the East Coast too. Spare me with that, ok? Both rappers were versatile, but I just vibe with Biggie more. His tracks were fire and he was just a great storyteller over all.”
“Well, he sounds like he’s fat and uncomfortable, like his lips don’t move and he needs a neck,” I said laughing. “With his big, ashy self.”
“There you go capping. Now, I didn’t say Biggie was cute, and that has nothing to do with it. Tupac was too emotional. If you stepped on his shoes on accident, he would go into the studio and write a whole album about it, plus three remixes,” she said.
We laughed as she turned left into the parking lot where Elvia’s Bridal & Tuxedo shop was located.
Kalena parked and we got out of the car. I could tell we were gonna be in there for awhile. I started clapping my hands as excitement flowed through my veins.
“Come on girl, get in here,” I demanded as I held the door for her.