How the fuck did I become the designated driver when it was time to pick up the niggas just getting out of the bing? As soon as that question left my mind, I got my answer. Be thankful you are doing the picking up, instead of somebody picking your ass up. True. True.

“Where this nigga at?” I glanced at my wrist and jumped out of Angel’s girlie GLK. She asked me to pick it up from the detail shop. Jahara and her little buddies spilled Lord knows what all on the backseats and floor. I got out and leaned against the car waiting on my partner in crime, Trae muthafuckin’ Macklin. My brotha from another mother, who I had been running with since grade school.

After about ten minutes, I was getting impatient. Aiight, nigga. You said two o’clock. No text. No call. Whaddup? About fifteen minutes later, the plane finally hit the tarmac. It had to be a boss feeling to leave prison and jump onto your own private jet.

After what felt like forever, the door opened, and the steps were rolled up to the side of the jet. Trae made his way down the stairs with two suitcases and a backpack. He set them on the luggage rack and raced back up. Damn. How much luggage can he possibly have? This time he came back down with shopping bags. What the fuck? How this nigga had time to go shopping, I didn’t even want to know.

He looked over at me. “Yo! You gonna just stand there and look, or help a nigga out?”

“Do I look like the help? With the kind of bread you spent on gas leasing this bitch, the pilot need to have his ass out here,” I yelled out and popped the trunk, trying to contain my excitement.

Trae was all smiles as he made his way over to the ride pushing the luggage rack. “Nigga, you know you glad to see me. Thanks for your help.” He was, of course, being sarcastic. We embraced and followed that up by giving each other dap.

“Welcome back to New York, B!” I joked as my brother from another mother tossed the last bag into the trunk.

“Lazy ass,” he mumbled. “Tasha still don’t know, right?”

“Nah, nigga, she don’t know shit.”

“Is she pissed off?

“You know she is. She would fight me if she got the chance. But she still don’t know shit.”

“Good.”

TRAE