𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 ✮ 𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

004.

mulani vazquez
the bronx, ny
saturday • 7:17 pm

don't be a silent reader!
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it was now later on in the evening, i woke up from a nap an hour or two ago. i got up and went to my vanity to grab my rolling tray, a wrap, my pink grinder and of course one of my favorite weed strains: wedding cake.

i grabbed my roku remote turning on my tv and going to apple music. i then went to my "oldies but goodies" playlist and put it on shuffle. i began to grind up the weed when my phone dinged. i grabbed it off of my bed and checked my lock screen to see my notifications.

it was a text from kay on instagram. i opened our chat and responded to his message.

@officialkayflocka

yoo
wyd rn muñeca

heyyy
im rollin up rn hbu

shii me too. ft?

bett
(718)-***-****
seen

✮

i waited for probably around four minutes before my phone started to ring. i don't know why im starting to feel nervous. i mean it's not like i've never spoken to him before and it's definitely not like he's never seen me before. 'shit let me answer,' i thought to myself.

the screen showed the words "connecting..." meaning any second now i'd see his face. "yoo what's good muñeca?" kay greeted. i propped my phone up so he could see up my upper half before responding. "wassup kay, how you been?" i said whilst grinding the herb.

"i been chillin ma, yo what you got right there?" he asked. "it's wedding cake. this one of my favorite strains," i told him. "what you got?" i asked in return while watching him do the same. "shii idek tbh. dougie brought this shit over here," he responded. "tell me abt yo day today, what you did?"

as i started to tell him about my day, i began to place the herb into the wrap gently. "well i didn't do much. zaya and i went to target, got harassed a little, bought a few things and then i came home and took a nap. i woke up like an hour ago or sum." i told him. the boy scrunched his face up at my words causing me to laugh at him a little.

"whaat? why you got yo face all balled up and shit" i asked, still laughing. "nah cuz you not finna skip past that like you ain't just said yo ass got harassed shorty. what happened?" he asked seeking a little disturbed by my words.

"i mean it won't nothin serious, some nigga was askin me for my number and shit and then when i turned him down he started gettin buck, callin me a bitch and allat. it's coo tho, dat nigga was a weirdo."

"yo wrd? i'll get my goons to boom dat nigga." he said with his signature mug. "nah it ain't that deep, it's a regular occurrence," i laughed again. being a woman in new york is no where near easy. that's a fact. it's honestly scary but you gotta be able to hold your own. there's not always gonna be someone there to protect me so i gotta protect myself. that's why i keep a pokey on me incase shit get ugly until i can get my hands on a strap.

"you so nonchalant about it tho.. he ain't try nun crazy rii?" kay asked me. "no kay, he knew betta" i assured him. i let him know that i carry a knife on me at all times until i can get the gun i want to protect myself.

"whateva you say, shorty. but hit my line if you need me in a situation like dat tho, yk i gotchu. thassa promise." he told me. i thanked him and proceeded to lick the tabacco leaf in order to seal it shut. by the time i finished explaining what happened, kay had already began to smoke his blunt.