Over the next few hours, I was knocked out cold. I’m surprised the police didn’t come over. But then again, the neighbors really don’t get into other people affairs. This was probably the most anti-social neighborhood I ever lived in. Luckily, my beautiful girlfriend, Chante, woke me up. Good thing she had the key. I sure as hell wasn’t waking up on time. After I got out the shower, she complained about Steven having his party last night, ruining her cleaning. She restarted our daily argument about me not spending enough time with her because I was always at work.
“Damn girl,” I said, ironing my uniform. “Why you always gotta argue with me when I have no blood sugar or sleep! I’m telling you, give me eight hours of sleep and a meal before you argue with me.”
She replied, “I have to say what I need to say when I say it.”
“Yeah, and you always get mad because I get so mad and sarcastic when I’m like that. Mix in a sandwich or something maybe we can have a sensible argument.”
“All I’m saying is I love my company with you. And you living in Sacramento, me living Natomas with my mom, and you working these hours, I can’t grow a bond with you. How do I spend more time with you?”
“What you want me to do? You helped me put in applications everywhere. I can’t rush that process.”
“I know, I know,” She sighed. “It’s just…sometimes I think you rather work there sometimes. Like you like your job or something.”
“Oh yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes, “I love working at a place that underpays, under appreciates and rots the mind, all while draining me physically. Add the fact, I get to work until 3 am in the morning and get back to work with only 4 hours sleep, how the hell can you get a better job than that?”
“Nicholas!” She pointed at me. “I…that’s what I’m talking about. That right there.”
“I like my job? Really? I’m looking for another job and I’m going to school to get the hell out of there. But you think I like it?” I put on my uniform. “I don’t need you to get on me about everything that’s on your mind. I need you to be patient so I can find a solution. I don’t wanna be there no more than you want me there, trust that!”
Suddenly, Steven limped back into the house, naked, and plopped on the couch. “Duuude! I was so wasted last night, dawg,” he said, laughing and rubbing his eyes. I just remembered, when he’s that stoned, he never remembers anything. If he did remember, the details never make sense.
I asked him what happened last night as he covered himself a near by pillow. “Duuuude,” he said, “I was so f’d up, dawg. I was messing around this girl named Princess. I think you know her; she’s Prince’s daughter, and you a Prince fan and all. So you probably know her. Then we started talking. She was like ‘blah, blah, blah, blah.’ I was like, ‘ yatta yatta yatta.’ Then I was like, you know, ‘fuck it,’—threw all my shit out the window, man. I didn’t care dawg. I’m a grown ass man, Nick. And I’m tired of people,” he sobbed. “I’m tired…that why I love you Nick, you treat me like a man. You always…I never feel like you’re smart than me or, you know what I’m saying, it’s just real, dawg. It’s a cosmic friendship, dawg, it’s deep, man, deep. Anyways, I started thinking like, ‘woo, woo, woo…fuck it’—I went out the window. That’s real Nicky Dawg.” he yelled, pounded the armrest. “Hell yeah. Next thing I know, Princess is next to me. So we started making love, with the sprinkler on. It was spiritual, cosmic sprinkler love making, you know what I’m saying, it was just real. Then the police picked us up and let us out a few minutes ago.” Chante scratched her head, raised her eyebrows and whistled as I tried not to laugh. Lucky for him, the police station and our place are on the same bus line. I’m guessing that how he got home.
I then asked, “So where’s Prince’s daughter?”
“She ran off with some dude in a fancy car with 24’s. And even though she didn’t say bye, and she was a little bit of a bitch, we still got that spiritual, cosmic, sprinkler love making connection. She’ll be back. God has us connected with the universe and all that is essential. It’s a matter of time for her to hear God voice. I’m patient.”
“And umm…” I said, as Chante walked away to laugh, “Who shot the stereo?”
He looked at the stereo. As he eyes grew, he said, “Oh damn! I didn’t know I shot the stereo. Snaaap! How the hell I do that? My bad dawg.”
“It’s cool. It’s cool. It was your stereo anyways. Oh, don’t forget you promised to be out by the first. Its February 1st. And Chante’s ready to move in.”
Returning, Chante looked at me and asked. “Are you serious?” I nodded.
“Aww damn,” Steven said, “I’m so sorry. I must of forgot I promised you that. Okay, I’ll be out in three weeks.”
“Sorry man, I need you out before I get back from work. She’s already to move in homie.”
“Okay, I’ll be out before you come home. It’s cool, my stuff is out anyways. Okay, I’ll be out today dawg. Maybe I’ll find Princess,” he laughed.
It didn’t matter to me, he’s out. No charges and I satisfied my girlfriend. But I’ll be twenty minutes late for work.
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