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You okay, fuckface? We smoke that joint real quick after leaving the apartment and climbed upstairs, three steps at a time to the roof. We high even before Kun slammed his butterfly shoulder against the door and the night air exploded in my face.
No shit, no shit. Then suddenly, the bulge in Kun’s pants struck me as funny, like down on the ground, rolling round holding your stomach funny and my laugh got this mean quality to it, all brass with no bone and Kun stared down at me, his eyebrows knotted.
Yo, that shit ain’t laced, right?
And I told him the only thing I could think of, it don’t matter now, right?
We fucked with Kun bent over double and me drawing out before I came so I could blow a thick load over the side of the roof. I screamed out, Makin’ it rain on ‘em bitches and then Kun laughed his rooster laugh and together, somehow, we were satisfied.
Sad stories on top of another; I had my arms around Kun’s waist rubbing my hard on against his ass and we were looking out the front window when the front door opened with a slam that scared the hell outta of us. Pulled my shirt down over the front of my pants, smacked Kun upside his head to stop his lame ass smile and was in the kitchen faster than a wino to his bottle.
Don’t say shit, itte? She got Ma’s hair before it turned gray, that long hair that used to be kinky but now is smooth and causing me hell since I gotta beat the shit out of every motherfucker who tries something. Lucia looked tired, tired like you wouldn’t believe and underneath her eyes, she got a bruise that hurt when I looked at it.
Don’t go off being some sort of fucking hero, itte?
Lucia pushed me aside to nod at Kun and didn’t answer nothing I asked; You got jumped, Lu? Was it that assfuck Rory? Fuckin fell on your face again?
I followed her from the kitchen to the closet back to the kitchen while Kun pulled on his shoes and stood by the front door, watching us, saying nothing like I taught him to.
Why you always gotta go back to that shit, huh? When she turned to me with that look, I knew my ass was gonna get whooped but still I couldn’t stop talking, puffing out my chest and slamming my fist against the wall.
You think you hard, ese? Lucia narrowed her eyes, her drawn in eyebrows smuggled with sweat. You ain’t shit to no one.
She tried to growl, put on her mean bitch on the street face but when her lip curled, her face winced in pain. Under the kitchen light, I saw the bruise, the swell of blood running right round her eyes.
I told her, Get some ice on that. You gonna be one ugly motherfucker in the morning, but she didn’t move, didn’t even try to keep her face hard. Instead, she just looked at me, her face all quiet like and all I wanted to do was put my arm right round her shoulder and tell her that she don’t got to go back to where everything was just waiting to hit her in the face. But I didn’t and instead, I gathered up the bags of smoke on the kitchen table and turned to where Kun stood. He looked up at the ceiling, down at the floor, out the window; he looked everywhere but at my face and Lucia’s right over my shoulder with those tired, tired like you wouldn’t believe, eyes.