I'm sitting across this smug motherfucker and I just want to slap the shit out of him. He's so smiling so hard, showing all of those tacky ass gold teeth. What the fuck was he thinking?
I used to think Keon was the deal. He had given me so much. We took all types of trips. Bahamas, Aruba, Mexico, the Poconos, just name it, we've been there. He upgraded me. I can definitely say that. I went from a Honda Civic to a BMW. I was moved from my apartment in "da hood", as he called it, to a gated apartment complex. He tod me that I needed to be exposed to the finer things of life.
We spent hours upon hours shopping. He stayed fresh to death, on all occasions. Hell, sometimes, he was cleaner than me. I loved when we rolled in his Navigator. I thought I was the shit when I was with him. We attended company parties and I thought that I was rather lucky to be on the arm of the VP of Accounting for Transform Insurance Company. Keon was the youngest, and only African American male, in that department. All the other black males were in Sales, but not my man.
Now look at the bastard. Sitting there in an orange jumpsuit, talking to me through glass two inches thick, though a freaking telephone receiver. Hilarious!
"I miss you, too", I smile and blow a kiss at him. I really want to punch him in his SHIT! While he is going on and on about his daily life at Blades federal Correctional Institute, I'm mad as hell because I have had to move back home with my mama, pick up another shift at my job, and go to getting my hair and nails done every two weeks, instead of weekly. And I had spent $50.00 to fill my car up with gas to come and see his ass. I AM NOT a happy camper.