Imagine being back in the game after taking a nine year break. You decide to put your cane on the mantle and say fuck it settle down for the long haul with a woman that you thought was gonna be worth a damn. Then you wake up early one morning after a night of going to sleep angry, argue over the phone while you working, sick as a canine and still trying to salvage what little you can of nine years. Then you have the epiphany, "Walk". 3 bedroom house on a couple acres. "Walk" Gated community living on a lake. "Walk" Animals and memories and almost a decade of ups and downs. "Walk"
I finally listened to my head. My heart had been saying it for a while."Walk" With 82 dollars and just my clothes, a job, and my car. I did just that. "Walk" I can admit to one thing that I still love she who will not be named, but I dont like her at all. So family read that previous sentence twice and understand what I am spittin. I have made enough mistakes in my life and I know damn well that if I had stayed it would have been worse. I was homeless now. That first night was one of the hardest days in recent memory. Not because I didnt have a spot to call my own, its because I realized I had gone soft. So what does a motherfucker do when he knows he is gone soft? Throw yourself into a situation and see if you still can get out with nothing lost.
The third night after my liberation, I decided to test myself. I had to know. I remember it like it was clear as day. I had no cell phone and no cash. My wits and my whip. I rolled up at a local spot and saw these 2 females sitting outside. I had to know. I went for the approach. After 20 minutes I had the number. After another 15 I was in a vacant area around the corner getting that bomb ass dome from the blond and playing with the brunettes breasts. Another 20 Im busting in the brunettes mouth with the blonde cleaning me off. I must be getting rusty because that was 20 minutes too long. Self esteem was slowly growing back. I still had my game and my gift of speech. I had to know.
Days turned into weeks. Word about my liberation started making the rounds amongst my circle. Some congratulating me, others distancing themselves. Its all understood. Everyone has to make their play. I even went so far as to reach out to social media. A gift and a curse. I reached out to former flames and older friends. This was the beginning of my reemergence back into the world. Little did they know that the Boss was back. And I had 9 years to make up for. Little did I know, that it wasnt the end of my association with she who will not be named. She had villainous ideas and a plan that would catch me off guard. My life will soon be forever changed. What would you do if you knew that in a couple weeks you would be facing living behind bars. Now Ill tell you what a Boss would do.
To be continued.