blkdragon

grounded
2005-06-04 03:58:48 (UTC)

Bangin with Drama

6/2/05 Woke early, lay in bed awake for awhile, then got up
to start my day. I hit the computer to check my downloads,
put a couple of pans on the stove for pancakes, started my
coffee; began loading my bags and making sure I had
everything. Started the pancakes, poured the coffee into my
container, I was ready to shower now. While I was at the
computer, Charles called, it was just after 5am; he asked
if I’d called him. I told him I didn’t call, didn’t
recognize the number he was calling from, he told me that
the Nurses said I’d called. I asked where he was, he’d been
in the hospital since just after midnight, he told me that
he’d complained to his Mother about his back hurting him. I
had to fish for information he wanted me to know, he told
me that he’d been in a fight earlier, he’d gone chillin to
North Albany with “friends” of his. I’d imagined that they
were gettin high, rolled to the side of the road and
encountered drama, or perhaps they went looking for it;
either they found it or it found them. He’s hangin in the
street and it seems that he’s gettin done, luckily it
hasn’t cost him his life yet.
The web press staff get their checks on Thursday, they
weren’t happy with what they got. Kenny tells me that he
worked 72 hours this week, he only earned 2 hours of
overtime, he was so upset he looked like he was going to
cry. He’s learning that no one is exempt from getting
fucked at this job, the company may rectify the oversight,
after all; it is illegal.
When I get home after work, I gather my things and make a
beeline into my apartment, I’ve noticed my neighbors
congregating on other people’s stairs. They see and hear me
coming, my music is rather loud, I gather my things and
make a beeline into my apartment; I only acknowledge those
people that I care about and those that are directly
between me and my apartment. I don’t scan the area to greet
anyone, I think they have a problem with me not bending
over backwards to say hi, they hang outside from late
afternoon until late night; I don’t relate to them. I speak
to the majority of them only when there’s now way to avoid
it, being civil, I’d rather avoid them all outright.
Went to the rink, kept to myself, something seemed to come
over me as I entered; didn’t want to be bothered with any
of the people there. I just wanted to do my thing and call
it a day, I got started warming up, there were a group of
kids there; probably a birthday party. Dave and Deion came,
we got right into our own grooves, except for Dave; he
seems to go out of his way to relate to these people. I
think Dave has no life, he needs others to validate his
existence, he’s very social at the rink; unlike Deion and
I. Deion now has a problem with white people because of the
hate crime he’s endured recently, he drove the Camaro SS
that he bought, I didn’t see it the last time I saw him. It
is a pretty sight, Plum with beige interior, 17"wheels with
graphite rims; he says it’s a monster.
Started a conversation about the origins of slavery, I
believe my people started it, we were the first to enslave
others; Deion wasn’t up for the conversation and excused
himself to leave. I followed him out of the parking lot,
left Dave continuing his conversation with the others he
socializes with. Just found out that the Smirnoff I’ve been
drinking since Diana’s gathering, happens to be flavored
beer. I thought it was akin to Smirnoff Ice, I was wrong,
right after I read the label I noticed the beer taste.
I am soo tired, rolled hard and I’m hungry, I’d also love
to see Kim right now; looks like I’ll catch her when I can.
I have to settle for going to bed without eating. I’m far
too tired to prepare anything and it’s late.
6/3/05 Woke from a dream in which I was preparing a waffle
batter, bad news is I didn’t have the ingredients to make
the batter, nor did I have the time. Had to bring Fariss’
painting supplies back to him this morning, worked with
Kenny until noon. I finished the day in the Bindery! Came
home prepared to begin the detailing on my car, got side-
tracked with the advisor from Kaplan Univ., I’ll be up
early to start it tomorrow. Got mail and a beautiful poem
from Kim, sent her an immediate reply, she’s heading back
to Kr.; we won’t be talking to each other as much and I’ll
miss that. I’ve got a lot of things to do that should keep
me busy enough that missing her won’t be overwhelming, but
when I’m missing her, I’ll be seriously missing her.
Through Kim, I’ve realized that life is too fleeting to
allow even the remotest possibility of true happiness to
slip through one’s fingers, she was courageous enough to
take a risk; she still risks much. She’s also willing to
take a risk with me, as I am with her, she’ll have a higher
percentage of success with me; as I believe my percentage
is higher also.
I turned around one day and found myself in a neighborhood
full of new people, the drama levels have increased
exponentially, especially with one family of all girls. The
Police and CPS arrived, not long ago, one of the girls in
question was avoiding them near my apartment, the boy
downstairs told her to get away from the house. Now I see
the eleven year old has come back outside, the boys are
flocking as though she and her Sister are in heat. I’ve
only seen the Mother once and she has two younger Daughters
as well, Mom is never outside watching what these girls are
doing; who they’re gravitating towards or who’s sniffing
them. As I speak, the boys have the 11 yr old and her
Sister kept walking away, she’s not completely stupid; but
she is naive. It’s a sad game these kids are playing. The
Police continue to come to their house, it’s now the fourth
time tonight, each time they’ve had reps from CPS meet
them, they’re here alone and one of the girls may be
leaving for the night. The Mother came out to talk to CPS,
she was rather upset, she acted like her Daughters were
aliens. The girls weren’t giving her any respect and
judging from the way she was dressed (a very short mini-
skirt), I can understand where they get their inspiration.
The 16 yr old is getting high, both girls are constantly on
someone’s jock, searching hard for attention and they’re
getting the wrong kind. This time the Police have no CPS
reps with them, they don’t normally make so many house
calls without taking someone
away. An ambulance has arrived and they're taking the 11
year old (Abby) away, the Mother hasn't escorted her
Daughter, she'll go to be checked out on her
own. The Mother finally came out to go with her Daughter,
she didn't get in the back with the girl, she got in the
front with the driver, she left the other two little girls
with her Daughter that gets high. what a little ass whuppin
wouldn't cure.
It seems Charles has been jumped into a gang, when he
called me he told me that someone hit him from behind and
that he didn’t know who it was. I was heading out to pick
up a pizza, Charles had called his Brother to tell him that
he was coming over, I saw Charles while I was on my way to
pick up the food; the police were checking for people not
wearing their seatbelts and stopped me. Charles yelled to
me, I stopped and voiced my concerns. I asked who was with
him, where they were, what time it was. He told me he was
with Devin, (Shawn’s cousin, a banger from a Family of
bangers), as soon as he said Devin’s name I thought of
initiations, I asked why Devin didn’t help him and if Devin
knew who hit him? Charles’ answers were ambiguous, too
many “I don’t knows”, he started telling me that he was ok;
he was trying to get me to leave the issue alone.
I’d gotten the food and started home, I passed the same
area going as I did coming, Charles was nowhere to be seen
and I didn’t think he was at the apartment; he wasn’t there
when I got there and I knew that he wouldn’t be coming.
Joshua asked the same questions I’d asked, he had the same
concerns and told me that he was glad his Brother was with
Devin and his crew, since there was nothing we could do to
stop him. He’s courting disaster!
I had to go outside to speak to the riff raff, seems my
stairs are a magnet, told them they wouldn’t be bringing
the bullshit to my door and I sat out there for awhile
thinking that I’d have to spend more time outside, don’t
think they’re going to like it! I know that I’m not going
to like it, I can find other things to do with my time,
than watch someone else’s kids.
I’m planning to get up early to start on my car, hoping Kim
calls my phone before she leaves, I think she’ll call
before she boards her plane; it’ll be great to hear her
voice.





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