So this is a pretty tight spot. I really didn’t know what to do. “Hey, where yo restroom at?” I asked. “Right there” she pointed. I got up out of her grasp and went into the restroom. When I got inside, I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. It felt really good to have an older woman all over me like Paige was. Even, though she wasn’t the best looking taco shell in the stack it was certainly an ego boost. I still wanted no part of Paige so I stayed in the bathroom.
Finally, my uncle and his woman come out of the bedroom disheveled. I waited an extra minute and exited the bathroom. He was already out the door when I hit the hallway and I literally sprinted after him. When we got downstairs I asked him why he left me. “You can handle yourself right? You’re 16. Your little girlfriend was too much for you?” “Paige is not my girlfriend!!!!” I replied. “She’s not my type” “Nigga, Pussy is pussy! Don’t be so picky” he replied. I disagreed whole heartedly. That’s like saying food is food. A hamburger from Burger King is not the same Hamburger from FATBURGER. After debating him for another 15 minutes, we dropped it. We headed over to another female’s house.
My uncle was notorious for dating very petite women. When I questioned him about this he provided me with a very interesting theory. “Thick girls get fat later, skinny girls get thick later” I have seen this theory proven before my eyes for the last 8 years, so I am a witness to the truth in this theory. To be politically correct here, I’m sure if one maintains themselves appropriately this theory can be disproven. Those are words straight from his mouth.
We drove to Compton next and stopped by a big yellow and white house at the end of a cul-de-sac. This looked like a really rough part of town. His girlfriend met us at the door. We didn’t even have to knock. She was very friendly and very petite indeed. Anyway, she had made chicken and homemade fries for us. This was perfect timing after all that driving and hiding from ugly girls. She was an excellent cook. The food was glorious. I noticed this woman was really fragile. She had a funny girlish giggle. I think she felt safe with my uncle. I could tell by the way hey held her and how she would sink in his arms. There was more to this woman than her culinary prowess. Next thing I know, the phone rings. She answered the phone with her soft girly voice. I could hear yelling on the other side. It was her brother and he was a blood. He knew my uncle was there and yelled at her because she let him in. I began to worry a little when he started calling and asking to speak to the “rickett”. They went back and forth dissing each other when I heard “I’m on my way!” on the other side of the phone. I was ready to go. However my uncle was ready for battle. I began to wish I was back at my grandmother’s house listening to my R&B music. I would have been much better off there. “Come on BJ!” I’m thinking what does he want me to fight with him? I guess the mature adult woke up inside of him and realized that this was a stupid situation. We got in the car and left before anyone got there.
The ride home was quiet. I think both of us were fatigued mentally and physically. When we got to his house, it was very cold inside. He turned on his super powered heater and the house quickly became a tolerable toaster oven. He took out my blankets and threw them on his leather couch. I went into the restroom to change into my shorts and shirt. I poured myself a nice big cup of water and sat it next to the couch where I was going to sleep. My uncle came back into the room where I was sleeping and put a black box on top of the TV. “Hooters is on channel 78.”
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