Page 19 of Taming a Menace
“Hey, what’s up?” I answered.
“Mr. Glover, I just received a disturbing email.”
“Is that right?” I asked, praying that he cut to the chase before I cursed him out.
“You have been released from your anger management sessions. As you know, therapy sessions are mandated as part of your parole.”
“I understand that, or I wouldn’t have been crawling my half dead ass out of bed after only a couple of hours of sleep trying to get here.”
“I’m in the field today, but I need you to be at the office in the morning at ten.”
“If you’re going to violate me go ahead and tell me now so I can say my goodbyes to my family.”
“Just be there at ten, Mr. Glover,” he said before hanging up the phone on me.
“I know damn well that bitch ass nigga didn’t hang up on me,” I muttered, looking down at my phone to verify that he had in fact ended the call.
Since I wasn’t sure if I was about to have a going away party or what, I needed to decompress. Kannon was on some bullshit, so instead of calling his sorry ass back, I called my oldest brother.
“What’s up, Key?” Kross answered.
I could hear dogs barking like hell in the background, so I knew he was working. Cassius and Clay didn’t bark unless something was going down.
“This nigga about to violate me, bro,” I complained.
He sighed. “What did you do, man?”
“Why did I have to do something?”
“The man is not just trying to violate you for no reason, Keywan. What happened?”
“I can’t get to these fucking anger management sessions on time. The counselor dropped me.”
“Fuck!” he spat. My big brother’s anger was apparent in his words. The feeling was mutual. “So what is he saying?”
“He told me to come in tomorrow at ten,” I explained.
“This is your first time fucking up, ain’t it?”
“Yeah, but that nigga don’t like me, bro. He wants a reason to get me off his case load.”
“That’s why you gotta make sure you’re on your shit, bro. Come on now. You almost killed Ma when you were down the last time. You can’t put her through that again, Key.”
“I’m not trying to, bro. I don’t know what the hell I need to do.”
“Let me make a few calls.”
“Thank you, bro. I really need to get off this fucking night detail. It’s fucking up everything. Then I hit a nigga in the mouth last night. So I might not even have a job anyway. Sonny’s cool, but I don’t want to work with no nigga I gotta put hands on. You know me, bro. His ass going to the cemetery fucking with me.”
“You been fighting already, nigga?”
“Fuckin’ young, white asshole called me the N word.”
My brother scoffed. “What? I can’t believe he lived to tell the story.”
“His only saving grace was the fact that he said N word instead of the actual word. Plus, there were witnesses.”
“When the hell have you ever cared about witnesses?” he wondered.
