“Since Third Grade/That Girl”

“Since 3rd Grade” (flash) freestyle

She was Denise back when we had this awkward stage right before Karl Kani and HBCU gear arrived. The brightest brown eyes, dime sized, deep dimples, and I just used to want to sit in her presence for a while.

So, as I stand, trying to lean over the counter with enough balance as the edge presses against my meat – I glance down and notice the placard with the latest lottery scratch-off rent busters, and am pretty impressed by the fact that a lot of this money supposedly goes to public schools – I’ve been here a thousand times, and don’t understand why the cashier doesn’t know exactly what I’m directing her towards.

“They have tobacco stores for that crap,” I heard from a woman whom could only be named Barbara. Barbara of crow’s feet eyes and Joker’s laugh lines. Barbara, who smelled stale, and her white shorts had a dirty, light yellow hue over them. Chain smoking behind closed doors will do that. I chuckled and then remembered that here I was, in a convenience store that was empty, save me, just three minutes ago. My crush since the freaking sandbox is in here, and I’m buying leaves, for crying out loud! And the fucking old lady behind the counter, who has seen me become a grown man, must know it. Yes, that’s it! Which means Denise knows that I’m about to consult with Marionberry, and the bitch set me up. Not Denise, she’s no…