Page 19 of All The Smoke
“Got damn, bro, our bad.” I grinned.
“You gon’ tell her to fall through tomorrow?” Bino asked and Scoot shook his head.
“Naw because it ain’t noherfor real. I fuck with a few chicks, but none that I’m ’bout to bring around.”
I had been friends with these niggas for like sixteen years so I knew when they were lying and Scoot clearly was. He refused to look us in the eyes and shit. I didn’t know why though. I wanted to find a lady to settle down with one day, so if he found that shit I would be happy for him.
“Naw it’s a her, nigga.” Bino laughed. “You always kill that location when you get over by Prancer so we know you got a lil hood bae.”
“Get off my dick, Bino,” he snapped.
“Damn, bro, relax.” I chuckled, tapping his chest. “You worked up over jokes and shit. Nothing wrong with a hood bitch. I used to love my baby mama and she a bird.”
“Whatever,” he mumbled, snatching up a bottle of water and leaving the kitchen.
“Sensitive ass nigga,” I said, shaking my head, then getting back to unloading the weed. “How much of the other shit we got left?”
“Two pounds of the Blue Dream, three of the Pineapple Breeze, and one of the Purple Runtz.”
Nodding, I pushed two pounds toward him. “This the Runtz, so add these to that stash.”
“What’s this?”
“New shit. London Pound Cake and King Kush.”
“You smoked it yet?”
“I smoked a blunt of the Kush with Mase,” I admitted. “Shit some gas too.”
Bino grinned. “Word, say less. I’m ’bout to roll up now.”
“Aight, just make sure all this shit is secured since y’all having mothafuckas over.”
“Heard you.” He nodded, dapping me up.
I shook hands with Scoot, who was outside on the phone, before getting in my car and bouncing. It was still early as shit in the afternoon and for the first time in a lil minute I was done handling my business early, so I planned to get food and turn it in early.
“Yeah?”I mumbled, answering my ringing phone without opening my eyes.
I hadn’t even realized I had fallen asleep until that moment. I’d eaten my plate from Redmond’s after smoking a blunt and passed out in my living room.
“Are you busy, son?” my father asked.I wouldn’t have answered if I knew it was him.
“Naw, what’s up?”
“Can you come to the door?”
“For what?” I frowned and pulled the phone away from my face, looking at the time before getting up from my couch and heading for the bathroom. “It’s ten at night. Why you here?”
“You had some mail come from an attorney, Henry Baines, and I need to talk to you about some things.”
Probably the monthly statement.
“Aight,” I mumbled before ending the call and releasing a deep sigh.
I wasn’t in the mood to deal with Bishop. He was too assertive for me which was why we always bumped heads. I was a grown ass man and he struggled with understanding that. Iunderstood he was my pops and shit, but that didn’t mean I was gon’ let him handle me and talk to me crazy.
Him being at my spot made me regret not getting Solo and dropping him off to them. They never bothered me when they had him, unless he was sick or some shit. Solo being with Bri’s people freed up time for them to get on my fucking nerves.
