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. I’m a platinum junkie.
Before I can convince myself it’s a bad idea, I am out the door and running to my car. I catch her taking a left out of my peripheral vision. I also see her wipe her eyes, and I immediately feel sick. I don’tknow if I’m sick because she’s crying, thinking maybe it’s about me; if I’m sick because she’s upset, and I wanna know why; or if I’m sick because I wanna know who has her so fucking emotional that she is running after him.
As a result, I do what any man who has been plugged into platinum would do—I follow at a close distance.
“I must be out of my damn mind,” I say to myself as I count, findingI am three cars behind her.
Three is a good number.
My phone rings, and I hit the answer button on my steering wheel. “This is Morrison.”
“No shit.” Jagger laughs, the sound flowing through my stereo speakers.
“Sorry, man. I, um…” She swerves between two cars and moves into the right lane. I check my mirror, only to see I can’t get over. “Fuck!”
“Is that so?”
“Shit, man, sorry. I forgotyou were there.”
“Damn, man, are you already drunk? It’s early.”
“No, I’m…uh…I’m…” I lay on my horn as I inch into the right lane, and some asshole in a jacked-up pickup nearly clips me. “Watch it, motherfucker!”
“You okay?”
I swerve behind the jacked-up Dodge and nearly get hit in the ass, but I’m in the right lane.
Horns blare behind me, and I want to flip the asshole off; instead, I leanout the window and look back at him. “Did you see me signal, asshole?”
“What in the fuck has gotten into you?” Jagger chuckles.
“Nothing, man. I’m just…busy right now.” I see her turn right, and the fucking light turns red. I look at the Dodge in front of me, ready to drive over his ass, and then I catch a glimpse of the silver balls swinging from the tow hitch. “You have got to be fucking kiddingme.”
“Hey, brother, you in trouble?” Jagger asks.
“No trouble. No.” I punch the steering wheel out of frustration.
“What the hell is going on? Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not fucking okay! I’m gonna lose—” I stop when I realize I am about to admit to my little brother that I am literally chasing ass.
“Lose what? A game, a bet?”
“Yeah. No.” I hit the wheel again. “It’s complicated.”
“Uh-huh.I see.”
“Good.” The right-lane light is green, and no one is moving. I lay on the horn. “Come on, you ball-swinging motherfucker!”
“Bro, what the fuck is your problem?” I can tell by the tone of his voice he is seriously concerned.
We’re moving now, thank God.
“Road rage, man. I need to chill out, but dumb asses that sit at green lights piss me off.”
The light is yellow, and I am one carbehind the intersection. Silver Balls slows down, and I lay on the horn. He flips me off, then punches the gas. His silver balls fly in the air. I punch it and make it through as the light turns red.
“Fuck yeah, bitches!” I yell out my victory.
“Seriously need to chill, man.”
“Just celebrating the small stuff.”
“So, when you coming home?”
“When I have the bankroll I need,” I say, swervingleft to try to locate Hailey’s car. I spot it two lights ahead. She’s heading out of the city. I’ll be able to catch up.
“You ahead?”
“Yeah, sure am. You need some cash?”
“Nah, I have a fight in two weeks. I’ll be good.”
There isn’t a hell of a lot of confidence in his voice. “You sure, man?”
“I’m good, Morrison.”
“Don’t bullshit me. If you need something, let me know.”
I slam on my brakes,stopping right at a red light. “Fuck!”
Jagger laughs. “Traffic again?”
“Fucking red lights. Total bullshit.”
I grab my phone and hit my online banking app. I transfer two grand into his account. “Just sent you some cash. If you don’t need it”—I pause as I look up and see the light is green, punch the gas, and lay a little
again
. I’m a platinum junkie.
Before I can convince myself it’s a bad idea, I am out the door and running to my car. I catch her taking a left out of my peripheral vision. I also see her wipe her eyes, and I immediately feel sick. I don’tknow if I’m sick because she’s crying, thinking maybe it’s about me; if I’m sick because she’s upset, and I wanna know why; or if I’m sick because I wanna know who has her so fucking emotional that she is running after him.
As a result, I do what any man who has been plugged into platinum would do—I follow at a close distance.
“I must be out of my damn mind,” I say to myself as I count, findingI am three cars behind her.
Three is a good number.
My phone rings, and I hit the answer button on my steering wheel. “This is Morrison.”
“No shit.” Jagger laughs, the sound flowing through my stereo speakers.
“Sorry, man. I, um…” She swerves between two cars and moves into the right lane. I check my mirror, only to see I can’t get over. “Fuck!”
“Is that so?”
“Shit, man, sorry. I forgotyou were there.”
“Damn, man, are you already drunk? It’s early.”
“No, I’m…uh…I’m…” I lay on my horn as I inch into the right lane, and some asshole in a jacked-up pickup nearly clips me. “Watch it, motherfucker!”
“You okay?”
I swerve behind the jacked-up Dodge and nearly get hit in the ass, but I’m in the right lane.
Horns blare behind me, and I want to flip the asshole off; instead, I leanout the window and look back at him. “Did you see me signal, asshole?”
“What in the fuck has gotten into you?” Jagger chuckles.
“Nothing, man. I’m just…busy right now.” I see her turn right, and the fucking light turns red. I look at the Dodge in front of me, ready to drive over his ass, and then I catch a glimpse of the silver balls swinging from the tow hitch. “You have got to be fucking kiddingme.”
“Hey, brother, you in trouble?” Jagger asks.
“No trouble. No.” I punch the steering wheel out of frustration.
“What the hell is going on? Are you okay?”
“No, I’m not fucking okay! I’m gonna lose—” I stop when I realize I am about to admit to my little brother that I am literally chasing ass.
“Lose what? A game, a bet?”
“Yeah. No.” I hit the wheel again. “It’s complicated.”
“Uh-huh.I see.”
“Good.” The right-lane light is green, and no one is moving. I lay on the horn. “Come on, you ball-swinging motherfucker!”
“Bro, what the fuck is your problem?” I can tell by the tone of his voice he is seriously concerned.
We’re moving now, thank God.
“Road rage, man. I need to chill out, but dumb asses that sit at green lights piss me off.”
The light is yellow, and I am one carbehind the intersection. Silver Balls slows down, and I lay on the horn. He flips me off, then punches the gas. His silver balls fly in the air. I punch it and make it through as the light turns red.
“Fuck yeah, bitches!” I yell out my victory.
“Seriously need to chill, man.”
“Just celebrating the small stuff.”
“So, when you coming home?”
“When I have the bankroll I need,” I say, swervingleft to try to locate Hailey’s car. I spot it two lights ahead. She’s heading out of the city. I’ll be able to catch up.
“You ahead?”
“Yeah, sure am. You need some cash?”
“Nah, I have a fight in two weeks. I’ll be good.”
There isn’t a hell of a lot of confidence in his voice. “You sure, man?”
“I’m good, Morrison.”
“Don’t bullshit me. If you need something, let me know.”
I slam on my brakes,stopping right at a red light. “Fuck!”
Jagger laughs. “Traffic again?”
“Fucking red lights. Total bullshit.”
I grab my phone and hit my online banking app. I transfer two grand into his account. “Just sent you some cash. If you don’t need it”—I pause as I look up and see the light is green, punch the gas, and lay a little
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