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June 2 - June 6, 2020
No way, I thought as a handgun came into view.
“You can’t give a lightweight four shots of straight vodka back-to-back, and then try to run game. That shit’s predatory.”
“If you don’t want to do something, speak up. And do that shit unapologetically,”
“If a guy gets mad at you for that, or makes you feel some type of way about it, that’s not the nigga you should be fuckin’ with anyway.”
He was The Leader.
“You need to breathe.” It took me a stretched second to realize that Kain’s words were for me. Was he being serious right now? My father’s punch was caught mere centimeters away from his face and he was telling me to breathe? “You’re having a panic attack. Calm down. I’m straight. Your Pops is straight.” Kain looked at my father, eyebrow raised with a look of wary mistrust, before he let go of his fist. “See? Baby, breathe.”
After my writing got to be perfect, he stopped replying altogether.
“You better get those savings,” he teasingly encouraged.
I had to stop allowing him to come down to my level, and work harder so that I could achieve his.

