Tyrell Jackson is a young adult struggling to pay his college tuition and his mama's bills. When his payment date is around the corner, he doesn't have the money to cover the cost. His best friend steps in, which leads him to C.K. Adams.
C.K. Adams...
I'm awoken from my sleep by C.K. I rub the crust out of my eyes. "We're here." He said.
I grab my charger, phone, and bag. I get out of the car. Looking at the house before me, I feel poor. That YouTube check hits differently.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
C.K. closes his door, knocking me out of my shocked state. I copy him. We walk past the bushes and his garage, leading us up to the front door.
He unlocks the front door before opening it. He pulls my suitcase in. I walk inside and my jaw drops. If the outside made me feel poor, then the inside makes me feel like I live in poverty.
I walk down the hall, staring in awe at the living room and kitchen.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"If you are done staring, I would like to put your stuff upstairs now." C.K. said, not understanding why I am so impressed.
Nigga, not all of us live in luxury. That's why I am in this predicament right now.
I turn around. C.K. drags my suitcase up the stairs. I follow behind him. We walk past like 7 doors. Finally, C.K. opens the door to a room that I assume is his bedroom. We head in and I close the door behind me. It's not over the top which I am grateful for. If I saw a chandelier with diamonds hanging from the ceiling, I would have cried.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
