“Waves”

“Not another word — you’re coming through tonight — bring the kids; you know it’s a family affair. Family first….” Sedrick says to me as I watch him pinch at his thighs to hike up already hiked-up — I don’t know — European Capri pant thing?

“What time did you say?” I ask, knowing the eleventh time wasn’t the charm; it’s just that he’s so positive. You ever been around someone, and everything is aligning for them; and maybe it’s not even shit they really saw for themselves; they just kinda stumbled into it; into their purpose? I know guys that won’t give their women gas money; but have been to every investment gala this year.

Hustlers hustling. This isn’t a terrible thing — wait — his window is coming down. “It’s Friday, though, champ. Pre-dinner drinks and such;” he touches his thumb and index finger together, pursing his lips and blowing a mini dick. See what the fuck I mean? It’s weed. “And don’t bring anything, except your willingness to open your mind. You know me and my team charge twenty-five-k-a-month for this, right? It’s because the information…man, it’s life-changing. I’m going to give you my portfolio, for free,” he drooled a little, teeming with excitement. “You’re my guy, and Renée is Shanae’s bestie. Shanae got the mortgage game on lock; we got some properties we’re looking into now; some NFTs…”