did. I handled it. You know you can’t let niggas think you weak and shit. They’ll walk all over you.”
“ Kane…”
“Aw, my bad. I’ll stop cussing and shit.”
DJ sighed.
Kane laughed. “I’m sorry. Okay, okay. What did I say?”
“This dude here,” DJ said aloud while shaking his head. “You said you got your money back and…”
“Right, right! I couldn’t let dude think he had pulled one over on me and keep what was mine.”
“And why not?”
“Because that’s weak nigga shi…stuff.”
“So, what? You tried to get the one who got you?”
“No, no, no,” he slurred. Kane staggered over to the sofa and sat down. “How can I get him on for something that was mine to begin with? It was mine.”
Kane ran his hand over his face.
“I just wanted my money back. I didn’t want us falling out over the shi…stuff, but I ain’t weak, feel me? I knew what he was up to when he wanted me to take the dope with me. It was an obvious setup.”
“ Kane, I don’t know what you did and if it’s bad then I don’t want to know either because what I don’t know I can’t speak on.”
“Damn, h ave some faith in me,” he said laying his head back on the sofa. “D,” he whispered. “The room is spinning, dawg. This is craze!”
DJ picked up the phone and dialed the receptionist desk.
“Jonathan, do me a favor. Bring a cup of coffee please. BLACK! Thanks, man. Look, Kane. I don’t know what kind of mess you’ve gotten yourself into, but you’re going to have to take it to your grave. A dead man can tell no tales.”
“I told you how I thought my homeboy tried to set me up, right?”
DJ nodded.
“Well, I had to get ‘em. He had my money and my work. I couldn’t let him get away with that. So, I knew he was stepping out the other night, right? I planned to get my cash back. I parked. I watched. I waited for him to leave,” Kane grinned. “You would think the nigga would have an alarm system or something, but he don’t. I crept in through the basement door, found the stash spot and took what I gave him plus a little extra. I felt like Bushwick Bill going in that mutha…”
“ KANE!”
“Hey, can you play some of that Ghetto Boys while I’m here.”
“Kane, you gotta roll!”
“ I wanted to kill the nigga, D, I swear I did.”
“Did you?”
“Nope. Somebody beat me to it.”
“ What you mean ‘somebody beat you to it’?”
“Word on the street is that he got into it with some cat from the block and he put three hot ones in ‘em.”
“Damn, Kane! You’re gonna mess up everything I’m trying to help you get!”
“I’m tired of waiting! Plus, he had it coming. It’s called karma. He deserved it.”
DJ rose from his chair and began to pace back and forth. “I don’t believe this. Here I am out here trying to make stuff happen while you’re in the streets working against everything I’m working for. I quit, Kane. You hear me, dawg? I QUIT!”
“D , please,” Kane pleaded. “I’m on the verge of self-destructing.”
“You’ve already self-destructed!”
“You’re my only voice of reason. Please, dawg. I’m begging you.”
DJ walked back to his desk and sat down. “I am mentally depleted. I can’t continue to go through this stuff with you. I have a business to run and a life to live.”
“I know, I know. If you could just help me, please.”
“What? What can I possibly do to help you?”
Kane sighed. “I started using again. Umm, I felt like I was about to have a serious breakdown. I just wanted to escape everything. That was the only way to do it. I know that if I don’t get help I’m going to end up in jail or either dead.”
“Are you sure this is what you wanna do?”
“ I don’t know what else to do.”
***
“Ted, I think we’re ready. I interviewed the girls and I loved them. I’m so excited!”
“
“ Kane…”
“Aw, my bad. I’ll stop cussing and shit.”
DJ sighed.
Kane laughed. “I’m sorry. Okay, okay. What did I say?”
“This dude here,” DJ said aloud while shaking his head. “You said you got your money back and…”
“Right, right! I couldn’t let dude think he had pulled one over on me and keep what was mine.”
“And why not?”
“Because that’s weak nigga shi…stuff.”
“So, what? You tried to get the one who got you?”
“No, no, no,” he slurred. Kane staggered over to the sofa and sat down. “How can I get him on for something that was mine to begin with? It was mine.”
Kane ran his hand over his face.
“I just wanted my money back. I didn’t want us falling out over the shi…stuff, but I ain’t weak, feel me? I knew what he was up to when he wanted me to take the dope with me. It was an obvious setup.”
“ Kane, I don’t know what you did and if it’s bad then I don’t want to know either because what I don’t know I can’t speak on.”
“Damn, h ave some faith in me,” he said laying his head back on the sofa. “D,” he whispered. “The room is spinning, dawg. This is craze!”
DJ picked up the phone and dialed the receptionist desk.
“Jonathan, do me a favor. Bring a cup of coffee please. BLACK! Thanks, man. Look, Kane. I don’t know what kind of mess you’ve gotten yourself into, but you’re going to have to take it to your grave. A dead man can tell no tales.”
“I told you how I thought my homeboy tried to set me up, right?”
DJ nodded.
“Well, I had to get ‘em. He had my money and my work. I couldn’t let him get away with that. So, I knew he was stepping out the other night, right? I planned to get my cash back. I parked. I watched. I waited for him to leave,” Kane grinned. “You would think the nigga would have an alarm system or something, but he don’t. I crept in through the basement door, found the stash spot and took what I gave him plus a little extra. I felt like Bushwick Bill going in that mutha…”
“ KANE!”
“Hey, can you play some of that Ghetto Boys while I’m here.”
“Kane, you gotta roll!”
“ I wanted to kill the nigga, D, I swear I did.”
“Did you?”
“Nope. Somebody beat me to it.”
“ What you mean ‘somebody beat you to it’?”
“Word on the street is that he got into it with some cat from the block and he put three hot ones in ‘em.”
“Damn, Kane! You’re gonna mess up everything I’m trying to help you get!”
“I’m tired of waiting! Plus, he had it coming. It’s called karma. He deserved it.”
DJ rose from his chair and began to pace back and forth. “I don’t believe this. Here I am out here trying to make stuff happen while you’re in the streets working against everything I’m working for. I quit, Kane. You hear me, dawg? I QUIT!”
“D , please,” Kane pleaded. “I’m on the verge of self-destructing.”
“You’ve already self-destructed!”
“You’re my only voice of reason. Please, dawg. I’m begging you.”
DJ walked back to his desk and sat down. “I am mentally depleted. I can’t continue to go through this stuff with you. I have a business to run and a life to live.”
“I know, I know. If you could just help me, please.”
“What? What can I possibly do to help you?”
Kane sighed. “I started using again. Umm, I felt like I was about to have a serious breakdown. I just wanted to escape everything. That was the only way to do it. I know that if I don’t get help I’m going to end up in jail or either dead.”
“Are you sure this is what you wanna do?”
“ I don’t know what else to do.”
***
“Ted, I think we’re ready. I interviewed the girls and I loved them. I’m so excited!”
“
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