Live 4 Today!
Live 4 Today!
Only live in today because that’s all you have.
I didn’t plan on drinking and driving but my homies can’t hang. I’m going to slide on some legs. I’m poppin’ another pill before that last one die off and I got two rolled – ready for takeoff! I don’t have no type of destination. Shut-up. At every red light I’m hittin’ up these girls Messenger, somebody gone pick up and somebody getting’ stripped tonight. It’s the best way to end my night – with an empty memory because tomorrow I’m gone need something new. But right now I’m all about right now. Who about to be mine tonight? This radio so loud I don’t even know who song I’m playing. Drop-it! Its too late to be riding this hot on all these chemicals. (On some double vision type shit) My clock say “22:3333”.
**Turn radio up some more.**
They must think I’m a bill collector tonight. Nobody answering.
Hold on, hold on somebody calling back… See told you, somebody always come through. This ain’t shit to me!
It’s Janae. I cracked her three times already. Fuck a genie, she reliable on a dry night. “What’s good shorty,” I’m on my smooth sexy shit now, got to seal the deal quick.
She say, “What you want boy, you know what time it is?”
She know what I want when I call this late. Shidd this the only time I do call, but I’m gone play the game.
“I wanna see you tonight. You don’t make time for me no more.” She always start feeling bad and guilty when I say that shit.
“Oooh, you know I don’t feel like that. These doubles been weaarrinngg me out.”
“Yeah I heard that, let me do my job.”
“What’s your job?” She laughing now. **Honk! Hoonnnk!**
“Girl you got me trippin out here. I’m on my way to pick you up. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”
I hopped on 290 Expressway and sped towards her. Three Easy. I popped already and she about to pop a whole different way. I’m smiling from ear to ear I wish you could see. The drugs kickin’ in, my wallet fat as hell and I’m on my way to spread somethin’. My nights can only end with excitement. Every day don’t end like this, but I live for the ones that do.
It felt like I was the only one on the e-way. I’m just gliding. The Buick feeling like an Infiniti. Its time to light one up for this ride.
***Let the windows up, turn the air on and put it on defrost***
This the 15th blunt of the day and I don’t feel much of it. That $350 I made today doing its job. I’m not even done spending that $500 from the day before yesterday.
**Bleep bleep.. bleep bleep…!” Sirens? I’m slowing down and look down at my dash: “120mph…100mph…70mph…” Damn, I’m too thirsty for speeding. I’m about to get pulled over! Shit!
Usually in unexpected situations I sober up instantly, but tonight its like the drugs and the bottle saying, “Fuck that.”Alright, alright, alright be cool.
I ash my blunt, open the sun roof, and sat up straight at least to fake decent. Check my rearview and the officer getting ready to walk up on me. He got his hat on walking swole like he really on something (omitted shit). I can already tell this about to be easy breezy. I got confidence now. I can’t smell no weed in here, I don’t got shit on me, my record clean, this a warning and go home. He don’t even got to knock on the window because they already down. I’m two ready. No spellcheck.
“Hello young man, what’s the rush this time of night?”, he said canvasing the car from the outside and inside with his flashlight.
“Sir I didn’t even realize I was going so fast. How fast was I going?” He replied, stale faced, “I clocked you in at over 120mph.”
“Damn.” (no matter how sober you think you are you lingo always still fucked up, thats why i put damn in quotes. I shot back, “I really need to get home, nature calling, nothing is open, no bathrooms and I rather not disrespect God’s beautiful creation, ya know?”
“Well, you know animals do it all the time. Where is your license and registration?” I’m feeling for my pockets, I don’t have shit, damn, only my little brother’s gym ID. Well this can get tricky.
“Ummmm, shit officer, unfortunately I don’t got shi.. nothing of mines on me, see I was just going to drop my brother off at school after he spent the weekend with the family, you know how that go, gots to beat that traffic. All I got on me is his gym ID. We got the same last name, you can just look me up in the system. Shit, the car’s in my name too.” I still end up saying shit…dam…I’m slipping lokey.
I passed him the weak gym I.D. to him and he was laughing his ass off as he reached for it. “Boy you young guns try anything nowadays. Alright, you hold tight, put your left hand out the window and your right hand on the steering wheel. Im about to run your plates and then I need you to explain that strong weed I smell coming from the car. I’m giving you a head start. Don’t let me down now youngin’.”
Fuck! (nigga we need to put a muthafucking emoji right here if we can, if we can’t whatever.) I thought he couldn’t smell the shit. Okay, he seem cool about the shit. Im sobering the fuck up now (no I’m not). Im keeping my eye on the rearview mirror just looking around (I’m paranoid). Searching the car for anything he might find in here (or place in here.) I know I’m clean but they got me second guessing myself.
***Bleep bleep, bleep bleep!***
My phone ringing, see if I didn’t have this Bluetooth in the car I couldn’t answer from the steering wheel. This Chad calling me, I answered.
“Ay bro, you know when you picked me up earlier? Check under your seat, I think I left that white in there. Got me searching hard as fuck, cant even serve this fiend…” Imagine the look on my face right now….
“You playing right?! I’m in this fucking jam right now they got me for speeding, that’s a ticket but if they find that in here I’m gone be doing a ticket.” Chad perplexed. “Naw I know you not going out like that.. You gotta get out that jam. Think quick.”
This bitch boy hung up (took out some words) on me. Real situations show real friends. No time to contemplate on that though, I got to face reality. Am I about to go down for shit I didn’t do? Telling is out the question. Even though he gone leave me hanging, I’m realer than that. Whatever the fuck that means…I been drinking.
The officer is now getting out his car, not to approach me but I see that two more squad cars behind him. Alright, this the best opportunity I’m gone have.
I closed my eyes tight and let the gears switch from P to D. “Sorry I let you down officer.”
I pull off, 0-100 real quick. Where’s Drake? I knew I had fucked up but its alright, only live one time lets get it cracking. Yolo! I was almost a mile off before I looked back and saw them chasing me. I turned the radio up, and coincidentally Tupac was on. This the right and wrong shit to play right now.
I see the squad cars spread like butterflies in all 3 lanes on the eway. I increase speed. All I could think about was driving my ass to Chad house and letting them get me there. Is that telling? Hell naw. At the end of the day this his fault. I could of took the slap on the wrist for the speed and the weed but this some real felon shit. I jumped off on the next stop.
Speeding up the ramp, swerving up the curves, this four stars on Grand Theft Auto. When I get back up unto the Interstate, I see a runaway’s dream, nothing but green lights. Maybe God gone reward me cause He know I aint wrong this time. Best part about it – aint no traffic. My phone start ringing, its Janae blowing my shit up. I cant be doing this and that. I answered though. Cuz I’m stupid!
“Where the fuck you at?! Got me waking up in the middle of the night then gone send me off! This why I don’t fuck with you!”, she going in.
“Hold on now, you didn’t ask how I’m doing what I’m doing or nothing. But look the traffic, kind of got caught up in some traffic. But Im gone be there.” I really am stupid, Everybody and they mamma know I wont be there no time soon, but I did what I do best, sell a girl a dream.
“You lying! Its 3am what traffic you in? You probably running into all them lies you be telling me! Whats all them sirens about?” Oh shit, I almost forgot what was really happening here. I let the call go.
Alright bet, time to lose these asshsoles. I hit a left down this alley and turned my lights off. I didn’t stop just slowed up a little bit, navigating through (omitted alley) like a maze. All them days we spent hopping fences paying off for a young nigga right now. I know all the shortcuts. I’m seriously thinking about ditching the whip but I hear the sirens approaching… Fuck it, I’ll just keep cruising, right after I pop this pill because if they do catch me, I can’t go in without being geeked. Something telling me not to stop just keep it moving but slowly. So I’ll follow. Me not following my gut could be the difference of me getting caught followed by an ass – whooping and me having another shot at freedom tomorrow.
“Bleep..bleep bleepppppp..” FUCK! They back on my ass as I came out of the alley onto a side street. Who in the hell think about side streets during a high speed chase? I have to go for broke here now. Three more cars behind me by like 100 feet. 100 feet? Who am I? Siri?
Anyway, I felt like the fat peon at school trying to avoid the bullies all day, but one finally sees me, and he call all his friends to come chase me so they can have a field day on my ass. They know the fat kid can’t run long without getting tired. Long ass analogy, but on this very day, I’m gone rewrite that narrative.
I’m going about 85 in a 40. That adrenaline kicking in! All of a sudden “Aint No Punk” by Do or Die is on the radio and its loud. I swear I didn’t touch the volume. Pac then Do or Die? This like a movie, music automatically come on when some climatic shit about to happen. I don’t know what’s about to happen but I know what’s not.
At this point I’m riding wit no type of destination. Again.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
The music silenced itself. That adrenaline wouldn’t sleep though. I look around. “Pop! Pop! Pop!” Aw shit! These mufuckas bussin at me! It must be the end of their shift; they trying to end me! Now I’m ducking and riding.
Off impulse, I turned onto the next big street I saw, making a sharp right by the gas station. My heart dropped to the pedal my foot was on as I completed that turn.
Within seconds, I felt time slow down as I looked that man in the eyes as we both came to forced halt, meeting in the middle of that interstate like fate – it had to be. He flew out the car, or should I say through. Reminiscent of Uncle Phil throwing Jazz out the window. That’s the last memory I had as my eyes slowly closed and I lost all sense of my being before he even landed……. I wonder… what he was……think…..
*glass fly, sounds clash, sudden pain, eyes close, loses consciousness*
Dam boy that shit went stupid! Lmao raw asl. I like it. I ain’t even do grammatical and spelling like that. Lokey ain’t see none.
**Pick up the story as the dude who got hit and he flying in the air hasn’t landed on the ground yet. ** If you mention anything about what he saw before the collison mention that he got hit because dude turned down a one way street and hit him head on, I kinda have a vision for how I want dude story to be, totally opposite of the dude I wrote about who aint got no direction on the daily and living for the moment. This dude got some big news good news today for it to end in shit off something he didn’t do . nigga don’t drink and drive . Show out.