Reflecting on this bullshit we call life this morning. I got a trip planned with my cousin Jeff and his wife Joanie to go to Florida to see my cousin Romeo and his wife Eunice. My girlfriend Watrina is coming along with me. I’ve been seeing her for a year now, and besides her having friends for all I know, that she could be fucking at any time, everything with us is kind of alright. If we can get passed the friend thing then we will be fine; I am more calm about her friend situation that I was six months ago.
Like this past Sunday her friend Thurston, some older man who is her nieces godfather, called her on her phone all night leaving messages about how he misses her and how he wish he could lay next to her and this other bullshit. She maintains that they are just friends; that he slept on the floor when she went to Vegas with him, and that he is just a lonely man. He called her five times during the night. Some other guy also called who she says is her friend and he works at a restaurant and she ate lunch there for free and he served her and her friends especially. He called asking her why doesn’t she respond to his calls, and said he wants to put a smile on her face like he did at lunch that day. She claims he is a married man.
She has an excuse for every nigga that call her talking some shit except for that maybe she fucked them or has plans for fucking them. She says if I think this about her that I shouldn’t be fuckin’ with her then. My take is that people do things and you can’t stop them. The real of life is that no nigga or no bitch is above giving their pussy or dick away to someone else while in a relationship; hell, even marriage. So if shit is constantly popping up, you might as well think the worse. That is just my way. Fuck being optimistic about the shit. Cheating, while bad, is really a small thing, once it’s done, it’s done and can’t be reversed, but it can be lived with for one or so incidences. But if the shit happens repeatedly, then fuck that bitch or that nigga because they are disrespecting you as a person, and as the person whom they say they want to be in a relationship with.
Watrina also tells me that she will fuck Colbert if we are not talking for a few months or so. She says they used to fuck and I guess she likes him; says he is a ladies man. I don’t know why they stopped fucking around in the first place. She also got her boyfriend Mique over my head who is prison serving 25 years to life. Who says if that nigga pop out of jail, she won’t fuck him. All this just increases the possibility that I will fuck around when the time comes. She also maintains that she will cheat in a relationship other than marriage. I can tell from being with her that she’s only part serious about this relationship. This Chinese horoscope thing says that I shouldn’t fuck with her because she is not gonna be nothing but trouble. I see that, but I also see happiness so I’ll chance it. I’m only getting married once like I’m only having one kid. So if my marriage fails, and my dream to become a Hip Hop producer fails, I told Watrina I’ll just live the life of a recluse, alone and stop all contact with my family except my mother and daughter.
I’m getting better at my job, but I still suck at it. I’ll see this month if I can work this cash reconciliation out without the help of my supervisor. I’m having trouble billing clients in the system, but I’ve semi-figured that out. I have to have my boss check it out and if it is a go, then I’m fine with that.
I’m kind of lost with this music shit also. I don’t know where to turn with this. I got tracks, but what to do with them I don’t know. No one seems to want to even lead me in any type of direction with this shit. All anyone can say is that your tracks ain’t hot enough, which I don’t believe that shit. I’ve been listening to and making this shit in my head for 15 years and I know how to make it. The mutha fuckas who tell me that my tracks ain’t up to par are just those trying to discourage me, to weed out the weak; the shit is light weight working, but I’m crawling slowly not at a complete stop.
I hate the future because the shit is so uncertain. I could get fired again or laid off and I am not prepared for that. I like this job and want to excel at it, but who says that this job is not gonna lose some of its clients down the road and not gain new ones? Everything is a toss-up and that is fucked up. From job security to love relationship; my bills are all fucked up. I had to sacrifice a few bills to pay for this trip to Florida. Watrina is probably gonna try and pay for the whole trip for me and her and her daughter, but I’m gonna take $300 with me and I’ll probably spend it all. I’m planning on getting drunk from the time I hit Florida to the day when it’s time to drive back. I’m gonna enjoy myself on this trip. Enjoy having Watrina there with me.
I know everybody there is gonna be dressed all corny. Watrina and I are gonna be like out of place looking like city slickers and shit. Jeff and Joanie will probably be wearing matching outfits and shit. Eunice is a toss-up; she may not be looking that corny especially since she saw how Watrina does it. I know Romeo and Eunice’s friends are gonna be super corny. Like the last time I was there, Eunice’s friend Leafette was on a casual day, had on some Polo jeans and that shit is so played out. I can’t even say that she was trying to be that fashionable, it was a baby birthday party. It is really ridiculous how New York style is so different from any other place in America. You have to be here for a year or two and then go to another city to really feel the effect of this. I used to visit here for a day or two and go back home and everything seemed cool, not country as everybody calls where I’m from. But after staying in New York for two and half years, I see what New Yorkers mean when they call our accent country and our style of dress outdated. See living in Ohio, we call Mississippi and Atlanta country by way of their accent. But since I’ve been staying in New York, I’ve noticed that in Ohio we do have an accent and it does sound a little country.
The Only Child 1988 