"I mea-"
"Or better yet, can you bust one right in a bitch head? Or anybody's head?" I asked throwing a few pieces of Ham in the skillet. He remained silent.
"Them niggas that's assigned as hittas show no mercy. If you in the way yous just a goner." I shook my head. "I'm trynna tell you, you don't want no parts with them niggas. Foreal. Gone fuck around and see some shit that'll make you wish you were blind."
"So what you do?" August asked me
"I drive outta town with Corahn to make trades," I Answered
"Das it?"
"We could be killed, robbed, or if we get pulled over with that type of Weight In the car, We looking at 10-15 years in prison. Unless of course its one of them dirty ass cops Tank be paying." I said taking my ham out the skillet.
"So its cops in the system that work fa tank too?" August asked
"Yeah.. if I was to get caught with weight on me. More than likely one of they dirty asses would get rid of evidence and clear my record. Most of them cops dirty any fucking way. With the law on our side we winning. It's sad but it's true." I said. August noddes
"I think I can handle bein' a hitta tho,"
I fixed my sandwich and took a bite.
"You remind me of a guy I knew named Isaiah. But everyody called him Zay," I smiled.
"And who was this Zay?" August questioned
"He was a bad ass. Always stealing shit, Car jacking, Whole lotta bullshit. He used to babysit me and shawnie when we was like eight and nine. He was about fifteen. Everybody in the hood knew him as a hoodlum. But he was so sweet to me and Shawnie." I smiled thinking of memories with him
August nodded for me to continue.
"He used to cook Ramon noodles for us if was hungry, I know it don't sound like much but, for us it was. He'd play connect 4 With us, Watch them dumb ass cartoons, and let us play in his hair. He took a lot off our bad asses, especially me." I laughed
August chuckled
"He'd only Get paid $5 for watching us while our mama was at work. But he didn't care. He loved us. Zay used to have bad habits though. He enjoyed fighting for some reason, like he used to fight just for fun. Had people placing bets on him and shit when he fought. I remember he sent a nigga to the hospital and was bugging the fuck out like it was seriously funny," I shook my head
"He got into this one fight, really messing this dudes face up. I mean he stomped this dude so bad, Infront if everybody. He went to juvenile for a few months. It seemed to get his act together, He started doing homework, cursing less, fighting rarely. He was doing real good. " I smiled
"What happened to him?" August asked.
"You ever seen menace to society? " I asked
"Yeah, Its a classic. " August nodded
"The dude that he stomped had his older brothers kill him. Atleast thats what everyone says. But Isaiah was a good guy. He was changing. When he seen the car coming and they had guns sticking out the window , He shielded a little girl riding her scooter. Zay caught nine bullets. He was changing, But his choices caught up with him. It was too late." The story always made me sad, because I hated how he was doing so well for himself finally, then he just gets killed ending his life so young.
"Im sorry ta hea' that. But how does he remind you of me?" August Asked
"Cause you have a good heart. You might be a little rough, But you not a killer. Zay wasn't willing to let a bullet hit someone when he knew it was meant for him. What im saying is, don't do it. Cause ya choices just might catch up to you like Zays did."
