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by their government names.
“Yo, JR, whad up?” After kissing and hugging all my brother’s friends, we finally began the toast.
“Yo, raise your glasses, motherfuckers, and let’s give it up to my man True,” Sam said.
I was really happy to be by my brother’s side that night. He was still using a cane, but he was looking pretty good. After the car accident he just wasn’t the same. But I was glad everyone came out tonight to help him celebrate another year on earth.
“To my man T, I hope you see another year,” Al said.
“Thanks for just being there for me; you a good dude,” Mo said.
“Yo, True, I hope your crazy ass live long enough so we can do this again next year.”
“True, True, True, what to say.” E paused for a second and said, “That’s all I got… naw, nig, good looking out in the past and you know I always got your back.”
After about five minutes of sarcasm and joking around, it was finally my turn.
“Okay, you guys, I am going to get serious,” I said as I grabbed and held my brother’s hand.
“Terry,” I said as everyone began to laugh because I was one of the few people who called True by his real name, Terry. “Don’t laugh, Michael, Shawn, Montrell and Anthony.” I began calling everyone by their government name one by one.
“JR.”
“Okay, JR.”
“Okay, J, my bad,” everyone said as they began to shut up so I could speak.
“Thank you, I am going to make this nice, quick and simple. Trrruuueeee,” I said, dragging his nickname out, “you are like a brother I never had and I love you for that. You have always been there for me when I needed you and even when I didn’t need you.” Everyone let out a little laugh. “I’m just kidding, but seriously, I love you, T, and I am so glad you made it through the wire to celebrate with us today.” As we raised our glasses, the Kanye West song “Through the Wire” came on and I looked up at the DJ and he also raised his glass in our honor.
Terry went through a nasty car accident and he made it out alive like Kanye did. I still can’t believe it was only three months ago.
***
“Yo, J, you coming out tonight?” Terry asked.
“Naw, man,I have to be at work in the morning, so I’ll set this party out tonight.”
“Come on, J, you can’t be serious, you can’t miss tonight.”
“You say this every night.”
“C’mon, JR, you know you’re like my road dog. Or should I say road-club dog,” Terry said, trying to make a really bad joke.
“No, seriously. It’s Wednesday, and either I come out tonight or I lay low tonight and come out Friday night. It’s your call, because I can’t be going out four and five times a week like before. I have no idea how you do it. I’ll just stick to the weekend, so leave my weekdays alone.”
“Fine, you get a pass tonight, but we riding out on Friday.”
“Bet,” I said to Terry.
“Okay, holla, I’ll hit you up after lunch tomorrow.”
But that phone call didn’t come after lunch, it came much sooner. I got a call at like four a.m. from Terry’s wife, Monica, saying Terry got in a car accident and he was at Grady Hospital.
“What? Wait, what happened?” I tried to ask.
“Jamie, I can’t talk now, I’m heading to the hospital. Terry got in a car accident,” Monica just repeated with her voice about to crack as she began to cry.
“Okay, I’m heading down to Grady now.” I tried to get off the phone, as I didn’t like to hear anyone cry because I never knew what to say when someone cries around me.
I never moved so fast as I jumped out of bed, got dressed and raced down to Grady Hospital. My heart was racing as I drove down I-20, trying to figure out what happened. How bad was he hurt? Was he going to make it? I swear I got there in fifteen minutes and it’s at least a twenty-five-minute drive. Before any more crazy thoughts went through my head, I was getting off the elevator and saw Monica and the kids.
Terry’s kids, Kevin and
“Yo, JR, whad up?” After kissing and hugging all my brother’s friends, we finally began the toast.
“Yo, raise your glasses, motherfuckers, and let’s give it up to my man True,” Sam said.
I was really happy to be by my brother’s side that night. He was still using a cane, but he was looking pretty good. After the car accident he just wasn’t the same. But I was glad everyone came out tonight to help him celebrate another year on earth.
“To my man T, I hope you see another year,” Al said.
“Thanks for just being there for me; you a good dude,” Mo said.
“Yo, True, I hope your crazy ass live long enough so we can do this again next year.”
“True, True, True, what to say.” E paused for a second and said, “That’s all I got… naw, nig, good looking out in the past and you know I always got your back.”
After about five minutes of sarcasm and joking around, it was finally my turn.
“Okay, you guys, I am going to get serious,” I said as I grabbed and held my brother’s hand.
“Terry,” I said as everyone began to laugh because I was one of the few people who called True by his real name, Terry. “Don’t laugh, Michael, Shawn, Montrell and Anthony.” I began calling everyone by their government name one by one.
“JR.”
“Okay, JR.”
“Okay, J, my bad,” everyone said as they began to shut up so I could speak.
“Thank you, I am going to make this nice, quick and simple. Trrruuueeee,” I said, dragging his nickname out, “you are like a brother I never had and I love you for that. You have always been there for me when I needed you and even when I didn’t need you.” Everyone let out a little laugh. “I’m just kidding, but seriously, I love you, T, and I am so glad you made it through the wire to celebrate with us today.” As we raised our glasses, the Kanye West song “Through the Wire” came on and I looked up at the DJ and he also raised his glass in our honor.
Terry went through a nasty car accident and he made it out alive like Kanye did. I still can’t believe it was only three months ago.
***
“Yo, J, you coming out tonight?” Terry asked.
“Naw, man,I have to be at work in the morning, so I’ll set this party out tonight.”
“Come on, J, you can’t be serious, you can’t miss tonight.”
“You say this every night.”
“C’mon, JR, you know you’re like my road dog. Or should I say road-club dog,” Terry said, trying to make a really bad joke.
“No, seriously. It’s Wednesday, and either I come out tonight or I lay low tonight and come out Friday night. It’s your call, because I can’t be going out four and five times a week like before. I have no idea how you do it. I’ll just stick to the weekend, so leave my weekdays alone.”
“Fine, you get a pass tonight, but we riding out on Friday.”
“Bet,” I said to Terry.
“Okay, holla, I’ll hit you up after lunch tomorrow.”
But that phone call didn’t come after lunch, it came much sooner. I got a call at like four a.m. from Terry’s wife, Monica, saying Terry got in a car accident and he was at Grady Hospital.
“What? Wait, what happened?” I tried to ask.
“Jamie, I can’t talk now, I’m heading to the hospital. Terry got in a car accident,” Monica just repeated with her voice about to crack as she began to cry.
“Okay, I’m heading down to Grady now.” I tried to get off the phone, as I didn’t like to hear anyone cry because I never knew what to say when someone cries around me.
I never moved so fast as I jumped out of bed, got dressed and raced down to Grady Hospital. My heart was racing as I drove down I-20, trying to figure out what happened. How bad was he hurt? Was he going to make it? I swear I got there in fifteen minutes and it’s at least a twenty-five-minute drive. Before any more crazy thoughts went through my head, I was getting off the elevator and saw Monica and the kids.
Terry’s kids, Kevin and
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