It was December. The 17th, 18th perhaps. No matter, the specifics aren't that important... I was wearing a blue cotton sweater with a DC shoes logo emblazoned on the front, the string which tightens the hood no longer present. My pants were your garden variety light blue denim jeans, the bottom's of which were beginning to fray. Quietly nervous, I stood firmly in my $20 generic sneakers that looked like your average pair of Vans, on the corner of Fairpoint Rd and Southden Rd. It was about 6:24 pm and I was eagerly awaiting the taxi that would deliver me to the woman I had come to love; Aqueesha.
We had met 3 weeks prior, both of us at a club called Axiolonte, dancing away our Thanksgiving indulgences. I was throwing out my best shoulder rolls to a song performed by some man named Drake, when suddenly I felt the girth of an angel's hips push me so hard I nearly fell.
"My bad. I think I farted too." the angel sung.
"Don't apologize at all, you can bump into me anytime..." I nervously responded.
"Oh shiiiiiit, I hope you got a fat dick white boy 'cause it's on!" she explained.
From there we danced and dry-humped until the club closed, and the sun rose. I asked her about how she got so much purple in her hair, while constantly getting lost in her eyes. She asked a number of questions about how much I make a week and what I do for a living, surely assessing my qualifications as a future husband. From there we were a true couple. Two souls joined together by their hearts stepping through the journey of life in unison. After she finished blowing me we fell asleep behind the club on a large cardboard box with some paper garbage in it, her arms around me.
The taxi pulled up and I hopped in.
"Can we pick up my girlfriend at the Department of Social Services, then drop us both at Dave and Busters?"
"Yeah DDS and Busters you got it" the patchouli-scented arab man replied.
I looked out the window as the cab pulled away, painting visions of me and Aqueesha dancing through open meadows hand-in-hand, using the clouds that filled the sky as my canvas. It was fitting. To me, the possibilities were as endless as the sky itself....
Suddenly my phone buzzed. It was a text. From her.
"Yo I been fuckin aroun wit mad dudes an u got herp an shit prob, btw im married"
My heart sank.
"Ok. I'm glad you were honest with me. I'm on my way." I replied.
And then, she ended my world...
"muthafucka im blown a dude rn behin axiolnota. wak the fuck up!"
"But you told me you were at this DSS place!" I typed through tears.
I knew right then.... If she was lying about where she was, she was probably lying about a number of things. For all I knew, she wasn't even blowing that guy AT Axiolonte.
"...you can drop me off right here sir." I told the cab driver. "I won't be going to Dave and Busters today.... or ever again."
"Ok 13 dollars."
"Yep.... 13 dollars indeed Sanjay....13 dollars indeed...."
"My name is not Sanjay you racist motherfucker."
"Well there goes the 2 dollar tip buddy! You made a bad day much worse!"
"Fuck you cracker ass bitch out of my cab now!"
From there I walked back home.
