' 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗘 𝗦𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗜𝗡 ' › D. SWING

09.

| one week later

DALVIN.

"I can't believe I wasted my time working under that clown when I could've been doin' my own shit", I mumbled, shaking my head before putting the blunt to my lips, contemplating if I wanted to take a pull or not knowing that I don't even smoke like that. But lately, I've been doing a lot of things I don't normally do. Like thinking about sleeping with random women though I was in a relationship with Tionne. I loved her more than words could describe, however I couldn't help but feel resentful toward her after finding her on her knees in that restroom. Things were no longer the same between us since then and I knew she felt it. Shit, I know I did.

K-Ci nodded his head in agreement as he sat down on the couch next to me, "I feel you. I could've been like James Brown right now. Minus the dance moves and cocaine. Speakin' of cocaine, you know Mary on that shit? I caught her last year— Ay, nigga. If you ain't gon' smoke it, pass it. Shit." I glanced over to see him reaching for the blunt and I kissed my teeth before handing it over to him. "Thank you. But anyway... yeah, man. She on it real bad now. As many times as I tried to get her off of it, she just wasn't listenin' to me, sayin' she can stop at anytime. But we both know that's what all addicts say. Be in denial and shit."

"Man, that's sad... I wouldn't be surprised if D was on that shit, too", I added.

K-Ci just laughed, taking a pull from the blunt shortly after then waiting until he exhaled the smoke to speak, "Nah, that nigga just crazy. You can't blame him, though. Suge tortured that mothafucka' and that was right after the robbery and whatnot. So he really ain't have time to get himself together. Not makin' excuse for the shit he does but face it, the nigga's been through a lot and maybe now, he's realizin' this fame shit just ain't for him. I mean, when's the last time you seen his dumb ass show up to the studio?"

"Never. It's been about a month and we still ain't done with the first song on the album. I don't even think he remembers we supposed to be releasin' one. Probably high as a kite right now, too", I said.

He just looked at me for a moment before saying anything, "Yeah. High on weed, not on crack. Look, I'm mad at his Forest Gump ass too but I know one thing, D wouldn't do no damn crack—"

"Cocaine", I interrupted.

He kissed his teeth, "He ain't doin' that shit either."

"How you know? He could be Mary's source. Probably got high one night and fucked. You know cokeheads be out of it", I replied with a shrug.

"If you don't shut yo'—He ain't doin' no coke, man. I know a cokehead when I see one. I been harassed by one for a year now and she still ain't tired. Showed up to my house last night and straight slashed my tires. I could tell it was her because I seen that damn grandma wig bouncin' as she ran down the driveway." I couldn't help but burst into laughter as I got a visual from his description. "I'm serious, man. Them cokeheads got stamina from all that adrenaline. D too damn lazy to be a cokehead. Nigga so lazy, he would pour the coke on the table and not even separate the shit into them lil' lines like he supposed to. He'd fuck around and just put it back in the bag and say it's too much work. Fuck around and sell it back to his dealer, knowin' his stupid ass." We both thought for a moment before nodding in a agreement as we looked at each other, laughing.

"Hell yeah. You right. He need some help, though. For real. He too fuckin' prideful to accept it, though. And I ain't really in a good space to reach out to him right now. I'm still mad. Hurt, too...", I trailed off.