The Trip
This summer has really been hell on earth, weather wise. Living in a second floor apartment i expected a bit more of a breeze for the fact my bedroom window is higher than anyone else's. Damn this humidity is...let me stop complaining and find a way to cope. Having thick long hair like wool is not helping one bit...dam...there i go complaining again. Finally getting out of bed at nearly 11am, i feel guilt for sleeping in so late. Well this wouldn't be the first or last time if i keep drinking cognac before bed. Time to pull myself together and start making moves. Combing back my hair finding painful kinks every couple of seconds as i try to fit this mess into a ponytail...more like a rabbits tail with how poofy it looks. My mission for today...purchase a metal bladed fan for my bedroom. I assume maybe Big Lots should have some in stock. If not, maybe the local grocery store. It isnt too far from the Big Lots down the street. After using my lint roller for my plain black crewneck t shirt, i begin to slide on my black 501 Levis jeans. Feels like a daily routine buttoning up my pants then adjusting the belt buckle just tight enough to hold my 1911 securely against my waistband. After finding a comfortable position for it, i remove it temporarily while i sit down and tie the laces of my black on black Adidas. Ready for my journey i place my gun back on my waist, my keys in my right pocket and my phone in the left pocket. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, i mentally prepare myself to deal with the outside world.
Opening my front door the sunlight exposes my dark apartment momentarily as i step outside. Squinting to see i take a couple seconds for my eyes to adjust to the outdoors before i begin to walk down stairs. What you don't see...will kill you. Stepping onto the sidewalk i stand on Western Ave, facing the streets. The smell of alcohol and piss slaps me in the face as a local homeless couple walks past me. Every time i see them together i just know that love is real...and they owe me 3 dollars. Since they were too drunk to notice i was standing there i didnt bother to question them about the debt. Catching them off guard about money owed they just stutter as they try to freestyle a quick excuse of why they don't have it. I knew i would never see those 3 dollars again from them so it is what it is. I begin walking towards the 207 metro bus stop which was only recognized as a bus stop by the leaning metro sign. Luckily there was one approaching from a couple blocks away so i didnt have to stand in the heat for too long before entering a bus full of people. Getting on the bus completely ignoring the bus driver's request for bus fare i walk down the aisle looking at the bus riders...with no possible threat in sight i stop and stand near the back door as he closes the doors and continues his route. With only 3 stops to go i try to enjoy the AC as much as i can before stepping back out into the humid heat. Arriving at my stop on Slauson Ave i step off the bus and get bumped by 1 of 3 young teens dressed like amateur gang members with a blue rag tied around his hand. He looks up at my scowling stare and nervously says "ma bad bruh" as they all 3 jump onto the back doors of the bus. That kid couldnt have been no more than 15 years old. Born and raised in los angeles, i think ive seen enough to be done with this city and move onto someplace different. But i feel like i have ties to this place, probably the only reason i havent packed up and moved...well that and the lack of finances. Waiting for the light to change i notice someone i went to high school with. He was standing in front of the entrance to Big Lots with his foot resting on his skateboard as he was speaking to a woman walking out of the store. By the time i got across the street the woman had already stopped their conversation and went to her car. She drove a black Lexus Sedan...LS400 to be exact. It was one of the first ones to be built. I've always wanted that car for it's smooth driving and powerful acceleration. That body was so sexy i could only assume it had to be freshly waxed. Not the car but the owner...she wore a tight burgundy dress that hugged her every curve and was cut low in the front exposing her cleavage just enough for you to know she had to be a D cup or larger. The slits on the side of her dress showed enough of her smooth skin As she loaded her bags into the trunk i got a closeup view of how good she was looking as i walked through the parking lot heading to the entrance. Her flawless chocolate skin looked so smooth and edible i had to attempt to say something to her. With the fact that i didnt have her number before today, if i failed at trying to get it i wouldn't be losing any sleep over it. So with that thought i decided to make my move and approach her. As she closed the trunk of her car i got her attention by saying "Hey..." and took a quick pause as i noticed the for sale sign in the rear window and instantly switched my approach. "...How much are you selling this royal carriage for my queen?" She blushed hard smiling ear to ear and responded "why? Are you really interested in purchasing it?" Her voice sounded so soft and comforting. I replied truthfully by saying " My intentions were originally for you until i noticed the for sale sign and thought wow...2 birds with one stone." Then she said in a sexy and welcoming tone "im in bit of a rush, if i gave you my number would you actually call and come by for a test drive?" Oh man i felt like we was no longer talking about the car so i said something i didnt even believe came out of my mouth. I said " yes but on one condition...after i finish the test drive, we have to come back to the car so i can test how well the car drives..." she instantly caught my drift and looked me dead in my eyes with those brown almond shaped eyes and said "you seem like you might be a wreckless driver... I'll be sure to sit in the backseat...you know...for safety". Now since we were on the same page i had to bring it back down a notch and ask for her name. She told me her name was Denise so i stored her in my phone along with her number next to it. I hoped she didn't give me a fake number and just play with me like that because that all went too good to be true. As she got into her car i walked into the store and just like that i totally forgot what i came to BigLots for. As i walked down the aisles i couldnt stop replaying the thought of how good she looked and how much better she would look if she didnt have that dress on. After a couple of mins of that i realized what i was here for. Just as expected they had the fan i wanted for 30 bucks. So i grabbed one and headed to the line. A couple of minutes went by as i patiently waited in line, i was next. "Hey did you find everything you needed?" The clerk asked as she scanned the barcode of the fan. "No i didn't, and im a little upset by it." I knew i only came here for one thing and i found it with no problem, but the clerk really caught my attention as she looks amazing and her smile is so cute. With concern she replied "im so sorry, what is it you were looking for?". And you know me, with a slight grin on my face i told her "well im glad you asked, because your co-workers were no help while i was hopelessly looking up and down these aisles trying to find your number randomly hanging around on one of these shelves." Happily sighing with relief she blushed and told me her boyfriend wouldnt allow her to hang her number up around here. With that being said i was glad someone had her because even though she looked so beautiful and innocent...my intentions were far from it. As she handed my receipt to me she had this look in her eye that revealed she wasnt as innocent as she looks. I know that look, that's the look of a woman that wants to be fucked. Her eyes told me she hated every bit of herself that had to tell me she had a weak stroking minute man boyfriend. But she was loyal to him, as we finally broke eye contact i turned away and headed towards the exit with the fan that i happily purchased. Just as i was about to walk through the automated double doors i turned my head to look at her one last time, our eyes met as she was waiting for the customer to hand her the cash owed for the purchase. I know she wants it.
Waiting at the bus stop heading back home, i stood next to the bus bench staring into the sky. Unsure why or how but for some odd reason the atmosphere felt changed. Maybe because it was a couple mins past 1pm and the temperature has reached its peak for today. People began to look frustrated, irritated, just plain mad at the world. One person in particular looked a little past his breaking point. This guy was coming towards the bus stop, sweat dripping his bald head he put his hoodie over his head and slid it back off wiping the sweat from his head. I knew that hoodie had to be drenched in sweat since he was also wearing dark gray sweats to match the hoodie. That was such a bad choice of outfit for such a hot day like this one. He was reaping what he sowed, nobody forced his stupid ass to wear that shit. Dummy had a beer can in his hand but the way he moved around with it i know it had to be empty. Suddenly he approached me and asked if i had a spare dollar to get something to drink. Feeling no sympathy i replied "shiid..you betta suck on that sweaty ass hoodie if you thirsty, you aint getting a dime from me." He quietly walked towards a 7-Eleven nearby and continued to ask others in the area. Right then i knew the heat had affected me too, it was time to head back home.
