Page 58

But some.

Before Xay, there was Keith.

And Keith could go fuck himself.

I had been with his stupid ass on and off for damn near three years before I finally got tired of him. The final straw was him calling himself fucking Lorna, the neighborhood hoe who had probably fucked half of Essex County and would’ve started on Union County if somebody paid her tolls.

Then this nigga had the nerve to act confused when I left.

Keith still blew my phone down.

And I could not care less.

I had been up underneath Xay’s fine ass for the last year.

Keith who?

I looked down when Carter stopped sucking.

“Don’t go to sleep.”

Her eyes were already getting heavy.

“Carter.”

She started sucking again.

“Thank you.”

My phone buzzed on the coffee table.

I glanced at it.

Ebony.

That was my bitch.

Probably the only bitch outside my family I genuinely fucked with.

I didn’t have a lot of female friends.

Bitches didn’t like me.

Never really understood why.

And after enough years of bitches not liking me, I decided I didn’t like bitches either.

Worked out perfectly.

Except Ebony.

I met Ebony when I went to tattoo school during one of my random I’m about to figure my life out phases.

That shit didn’t last.

I dropped out because I ain’t have time for all that.

Ebony actually finished though, and somehow we stayed cool.