He was too giddy to relay the message that Quasim was dead. I couldn’t front and pretend like I wasn’t as happy as he was. I felt this immense sense of joy, knowing there was a possibility that he could be gone. Shit, I wished I could be a fly on the wall to see Blair break down because he was gone. Watch her ass ugly cry like Kerry Washington because her man was now in the dirt. She just knew that nigga was going to be her saving grace and now the nigga was going to be pushing up flowers.
don’t get too fucking happy
