Free Love and a Gangsta by Erick Gray Page B

at him.
    “You know Greasy’s about that gwap, Mega.”
    “Ahight, let me think on it. I’ll meet up wit’ your connect Friday, and feel him out. If I like what I hear, we could be in business. And if this shit doesn’t work out, it’s on you… Ya heard that right? I hate changes, but since you’re my boy, I’m gonna check it out.”
    “You know Greasy ain’t never went wrong with that gwap, my nigga. You can count on that, Mega.”
    I studied Greasy’s eyes. There wasn’t a hint of doubt, I nodded then gave him dap. “Ahight, I’ll see you tomorrow, ya heard me, Greasy?”
    “Yessir.”
    I left the room and went back to my car. I didn’t drive off right away. I always thought of crystal meth as white people’s drug. And it probably would be a risk to introduce that shit to my regulars. They were fiends anyway and fiends would try anything if it could them high long enough. If this meth was potent like Greasy say it was, then the fiends of Queens were in for a rude awakening.

12
    We came a long way baby and just to let you
know. Our journey is not at its end...

     
     
    America
     
    My alarm went off at 6 am, and I sluggishly rolled over and cut that annoying sound off that echoed in my head. I was still tired from last night. I looked over at Omar, and he didn’t even budge. He was asleep, dead to the world.
    It was Wednesday morning, my first day back to work after a week’s vacation. It was the best vacation that I ever took. My man, who was now my husband, was back in my life, and it felt so good. I couldn’t ask for anything more, all we did was spend quality time together.
    I stared at Omar for a moment and smiled. Kissing him gently on his chest, I reluctantly removed myself out the bed. I strutted to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
    After a revitalizing twenty-minute shower, relaxing, for some strange reason, I started thinking about children. I definitely wanted some with Omar. I wanted a family. It was only right to give him children. I came out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and saw Omar awoke.
    “Gettin’ ready for work?” he asked.
    “Yeah,” I sighed sitting next to him. “So, what you got plan for the day?”
    “Don’t know yet.”
    “Why don’t you go see how your mother is doing,” I suggested.
    “Fuck that bitch!”
    “She’s your mother, Omar.”
    “And? That bitch ain’t never did shit for me, I don’t give a fuck about her.”
    “She gave you life.”
    “And that’s all she was ever good for,” he returned.
    “Well, you need to do something. I don’t want you sitting around this place all day while I’m gone. You can drop me off at the train station and take my car, and maybe look for a job or something. But just do something positive today.”
    “What time you gotta be at work?”
    “Nine.”
    “You gonna make breakfast before you leave?” he smiled.

    I looked at the time and it was seven fifteen. “Of course, I’ll make some eggs, toast, and sausage.”
    “That’s what’s up. And can I get a quickie before you leave.”
    “Didn’t you get enough of it last night?”
    “Nah, your pussy is addictive,” he said, pulling me close.
    “Omar, stop. I gotta get ready for work. There’s not enough time for me to fuck you, get dressed, and then make you breakfast.”
    “We can make time,” he said, with his hand reaching under my towel.
    “No.”
    “I need sump’n to hold me down while you’re gone.”
    “Ahight, you want pussy or breakfast, you choose. You can’t have both.”
    “Damn, you drive a hard bargain, baby,” he said, his hand rubbing up and down my thigh while I sat on his lap.
    I wanted some dick too, but I had a job to get ready for, and I wasn’t trying to be superwoman.
    “Man, fuck breakfast. I’ll make my own,” he said, pushing me on my back and unwrapping my towel. “And ooh, you smelling fresh too,” he laughed.
    “See, you gonna have me going to work smelling like sex.”
    “And, just tell them you got