Some Things Never Change

Chapter 2

Earlier that same Friday.

A short, lanky, brown-skinned adult stood beside an equally short fat dude with identical facial features. They were standing by the road waiting on their ride. They would be getting hammered at the party later and Sizzla was the designated driver. They were smelling good with expensive cologne and dressed to impress the ladies. Both wore matching Hugo Boss shirts and skinny jeans but in different colors. The fat one wore a wide platinum chain that hung low around his neck. They both had on the latest Yeezy Boost by Kanye West.

Fat Boy had just finished beating the crap out of some low life that had disrespected Powder when he hadn’t been around. He let that little sh*t apologize to Powder before he knocked some sense into him. Powder was blood, when you messed with one and dissed him, you insulted them both.

“Thanks bro for what you did back there.”

“Don’t sweat it man, it was nothing.”

“Look at the ass on that broad.”

They both stare wide eyed as a slim browning with a huge bumper walked passed them deep in thought. She paid them no mind as she crossed the road and went in to Big Benny’s Burgers. Fat Boy suddenly had a craving for more than just fast food. Powder shared a knowing smile and kicked a pebble across the sidewalk not worried about scoffing his brand new sneakers.

“She sure looked damn good. No way in hell she would go for guys like us.”

Fat Boy chuckled. “Speak for yourself, this ni**a right here got more game than Biggie Smalls. If he could get Faith Evans and Lil Kim. I can get that beauty with her fat ass and pretty hazel eyes.”

“Dream on ni**a, women like that are independent and stubborn, and will wear a brother down with questions. You can never do enough to please them.”

“That’s why I ain’t on them women being all in my business. I school them early and let them know their place from the get go. I learned the game early from watching Wayne and Sizzla in action. If they hound you, don’t spaz out and let them get suspicious. Just tell them you out making that paper so you can buy them nice gifts. Women like to know that the man they with is out there making money and handling sh*t.”

“I’ll believe that when I see you in a relationship that lasts longer than a month.”

Fat Boy laughed. “At least I date. Can’t say the same for you.” Powder didn’t like where the conversation was headed and quickly changed the topic.

“Fat Boy did you collect that money for Sizzla from the Bainbridge Boys?

“Naw man, I called and they said they didn’t have it. They had some bullsh*t sob story and wanted an extension on the deadline. When I called Sizzla and told him, he was pissed but said not to worry he would let Crazy T handle it.”

“Fu*k them lame ass ni**as, Crazy T gonna show them whose Boss, he’s one crazy Bi*ch, he will cut out their tongues and feed it to them.”

“I swear Crazy T be dipping in the sh*t he selling, no other way to explain those mood swings.”

“I know right.” Powder walked up to a wooden street light post where a flyer was tacked on to it.

“Yeah man those flyers are everywhere.” Said Fat Boy

“What those papers say Fat Boy?” asked Powder.

“Ughhh…A.. T…T. I don’t know man when Wayne comes we’ll ask him.” Replied Fat Boy.

Powder look past the flyer and spotted Wayne bending the corner. “Wayne! Wayne! Over here.”

“Hey boys, what’s the latest?” Asked Wayne. He walked up to them with a cocky stroll.

“Read this man.” Fat Boy ripped the paper of the post and shoved the paper into Wayne’s hand. Wayne spared only a glance at the paper at first. Thought it was a normal everyday handout for some church activity, yard sale or a crappy job. At the twins expectant faces he took a longer look necessary for a closer inspection.

Wayne read it then paraphrased for the boys. “You know that network that brought us popular shows such as “She’s got game” and “The blacker the berry”? They are having a casting call next Friday for males and females ages 21-25.”

“Holy Sh*t! A chance to be on T.V. Where do I sign up man?” Asked Powder.

“Forget that! We too old man, Wayne said the cut off age was 25.” Fat Boy looked to Wayne for confirmation. Wayne nodded his head in support, before he could say anything more on the subject Sizzla pulled up with the SUV to take them to the venue. He stuffed this paper in his back pocket. He’d read everything later in the privacy of his home for he wasn’t turning 26 for another five months.

“It’s bad enough I got to carry your big ass through the drive through. Fat Boy don’t you eat that mess in my SUV, I just came from the car wash.”

“Sizzla you know I don’t like cold food, come on man, I swear I won’t drop any crumbs.”

“You better not or I’ll let you clean this SUV with your tongue.” Everybody laughed.

“That ain’t funny man.”

 “It’s gonna be a tight squeeze boys we stopping to pick up Crazy T and the women. He better not have no underage girls with him this time. I don’t get down like that.” Sizzla stated with emphasis on the “tight squeeze”. The lecher in him was out and asking for trouble.

“Damn… Crazy T knows how to get all the hot bi*ches.” Pointed out Powder. All the guys turned to watch Crazy T swagger up to the SUV with a side piece on both arms.

Fat Boy let out a loud belch. “He even got Cherry with him, that girl is stacked, she got an ass that can swallow up a g string.” He idolized Kanye West a lot and often quoted his words as gospel. By the time they pulled up at Crazy T’s house Fat Boy had finished eating, true to his word he didn’t waste a crumb.