Me: ‘Preciate it. Being from the era that I’m from, I’m gon’ rep Nintendo hard.
Patience: You ain’t fuckin’ with me on Donkey Kong, so you ain’t really talking ‘bout nothing love.
“You fuckin’ with me, right OG?” I questioned looking up to the ceiling briefly. Women didn’t really keep my attention for longer than a few minutes and smiling was damn sho out the picture.
Me: Nah love. I think you underestimating me already. My nickname as a kid was Banana Slamma. You got to know I ain’t on no bullshit when it comes to DK.
Patience:I hear you. Besides DK, who else did you get down with?
Me: You trying to make me show my age. Mario of course, but also Zelda. Resident Evil had me in a chokehold too lowkey.
Patience: Oh, Resident Evil was my shit! Okay, Bentendo. I see you got taste. That’s a good way to start off. I was irritated by this entire thing, as well as skeptical… and hopeful in a way. I guess.
From the way she spoke, I could tell she wasn’t up in age. If anything, she was creeping in her thirties. Being born in the 90’s hit different. We had a lot of shit other generations didn’t so the fact that she could carry a conversation without force said a lot. My interest in her was growing.
Me: Why? Scared to run into a psycho, rapist, murderer? All of the above?
Patience: That’s exactly what I’m afraid of. After all, this is a chat with angel and inmate.
Me: Good thing this is FED and not state if you know what I mean.
Patience: I do. However, the skepticism is still there.
State and federal prison were two different ball games. Women were my soft spot. The woman behind the screen as Patience had every reason to be hesitant with me.
Females talked a lot of shit but held in a lot of emotions at the same time. I never had a thought of disrespecting them or harming them. I mean, I’ll erase a hoe quick when it comes to business, but a nigga ain’t out here doing them any kind of way just because. My mama was loved by my father. Even though I ain’t get to see it, everybody else did. I had nothing but respect for females.
Her saying she was afraid let me know she’d dealt with some issues already. Life was gon’ deal you a shitty hand every time. It was up to you to make something of it. I made a mental note of her fear and made sure to keep things as friendly as possible.I applauded her for being real though. She was talking to a stranger after all.
Me: Two out of the three. I don’t take what’s not offered. That’s for niggas that ain’t never had shit. Desperation ain’t never been a part of my character.
Patience: Men are greedy, entitled, and prideful. That’s all that needs to be said. Moving on… what’s a color that floods your closet?
I noticed within seconds that she’d formed her own opinion ‘bout niggas. When it came to women, they required a lil’ more convincing than men. However, this wasn’t shit but conversation. I wasn’t looking for shawty with a flashlight once I got up out this bitch.
Me: Black. I can’t seem to stay away from it. It’s mysterious, and I’m a nigga that like to play the shadows. It fits me. Never liked being in the spotlight.
Patience: Shadows, huh? Why so secretive? What are you hiding?
Me: … Me. I don’t like others knowing my next move. It bothers me when muthafuckas learn you without permission.
Patience: Or does it bother you that folk don’t fall for your bullshit? I’d feel the same way too if I was doing God knows what and someone managed to slip in my sealed tight world and cause chaos. I’m just saying.
Patience was assuming without knowing shit ‘bout me and that had me smiling from ear to ear. I loved when muthafuckas came up with nonsense and ran with it. There was no such bullshit in my world that made nigga act a fool. Enzo was the first and damn sho was gon’ be the last to ever step out of line. The only thing that was keeping me from showing him something was his disappearance.
I wasn’t named after my daddy for nothing. When he stepped niggas moved out the way. That same respect was given to me. Igrinded for thirteen years creating an empire that fed thousands. Wasn’t a word I spoke categorized as bullshit. My word was law and niggas obeyed ‘cause I looked out. They wasn’t biting the hand that fed them. However, it was always gon’ be one spontaneous nigga to do it to see how far they could go with it.
Me: Chaos? Baby I love it, especially when I’m the one in control. I’m the realest nigga on my team running a well oiled program. What the hell you think I’m gon’ do when it comes to interruptions? Look, I got somewhere to be. I’ll holla at you later love. Have a good rest of yo’ day.
With that, I ended the session with Patience and logged out the app altogether. It was visiting time, and I had some shit to discuss. I finally convinced Daisy to come up here, so her and Kong were on the list for visitation today. I needed that down to earth feeling she provided. No sugar coating just straight realness.
The pad was placed in the basket, and I was cuffed up seconds later ready for transport. Like clockwork, we strolled the many hallways until we hit the visiting room. I chose a table near the back that still had clear view of the entrance. The only reason I needed Daisy here today was because I refused to do another year, let alone six months.
Moments passed before the door was opened and the visitors was granted access to us. Daisy and Kong stepped through scanning for me immediately. I wasn’t gon’ hold you. I missed the hell out my auntie. She was my only family and the biggest reason why I followed in my father’s footsteps. She deserved everything I threw her way.
Once I was spotted, she damn near sprinted toward me. I knew what that was about. For the past thirty-two years, it had been me and her. In her eyes, I was her only child. Me being here was definitely fuckin’ with her mentally.
Standing, I waited until she was in reach before stretching my arms. She walked right into my embrace and hugged my waist. Her sobbing didn’t wait a second before being heard.
