I could somewhat see my reflection in the door of the dryer machine as I listened to the commentary of the twelve o’clock news, waiting in the laundromat, just a few blocks away from my apartment building. Just as the news came to a close for the early afternoon, I was met by the all-too-familiar sounds of daytime talk-show host and their guest hollering about whatever bullshit situation that led them onto the show. You know how it goes, Who’s the daddy, that old bullshit.
I turned in the direction of the change machine to get a few more quarters, and just as I looked ahead with a few crumbled dollar bills in hand, I saw the face of a woman whom I never expected to see again… That bitch, Kendra, bending her big ass over to get something out of the soda machine.
I immediately pushed the dollar bills back into my denim jeans pocket and balled my fist, believing I would crack that bitch’s head open if I got within striking distance. I looked around to take in the emptiness of the laundry facility. Nobody wasn’t washing no damn clothes on a Wednesday afternoon but me, so I knew I could slide right over and beat the brakes off of that bitch without any witnesses.
Wait, before I proceed, let me fill you in on who she is and the events that led to the current situation… Continue Reading