Putting my shit in park, I said yet another prayer before climbing out of the car. This talking to God shit that Anastazia put me on to was becoming my thing. For some reason, I thought you could only communicate through prayers. Never did I think about doing the shit randomly, just openly talking to him for reason or no reason at all. Made me think of when my father used to tell me and my brothers ‘Get you a woman that can show you some shit, and not just in the bedroom.’
