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I woke up that beautiful Friday morning feeling refreshed because of what I’d discovered the night before. One of my employees made the ultimate mistake of filming himself masturbating in a company truck multiple times and selling the videos using his premium Snapchat account. For any other employee, I would have given a warning but not for Anthony Scott. For the past two years, I’d had the displeasure of being Anthony’s boss at U-Haul and I endured a lot of shit from him in those two years. He showed me absolutely no respect because I’m gay and even though I’d long wanted to fire him, the district manager was his girlfriend’s uncle. My complaints about him often went ignored because of shitty nepotism.
“You’re in a good mood this morning,” said my roommate and best friend Percy as he entered our kitchen. “I guess you’re ready to say goodbye to U-Haul, huh?”
“You just don’t know,” I said while pouring some coffee into my thermos. “I love the fact that no one knows it’s my last day except the district manager. It’s perfect that no one at the facility knows.”
“Hmm, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were up to something. What’s going on, Wade?”
“I’m just looking forward to this entire day. I’m looking forward to next Monday, too. I can’t believe I got a management job in the Department of Revenue. I’m getting government benefits, bitch!”
“You need to hook me up. Shit, I graduated from the same college as you at the same time as you. I need to be making $39.50 per hour, too.”
“I can get you in my department in a few months but I don’t know about a management position. Bitch, you know you be trippin’. I can’t have you beating the shit out of your assistant because your coffee isn’t hot enough.”
He laughed and said, “I do trip. I’m not gonna lie. But sometimes people do push you to check them or even put hands on them.”
“Period!” I laughed as I grabbed my things to leave. “I’ll see you later when I’m no longer the manager of a fucking U-Haul facility.”
“Put in them final eight hours, honey! Get yo check, boo.”
Before leaving, I turned back and asked him, “Hey, can you send me the info on that Airbnb we used for that weekend sex party last year? I am up to something, bitch!”
He laughed again and exclaimed, “I’ll text it to you, ho!”
Me (Wade Pruitt)
“Thanks, best friend.” I blew him an air kiss and then headed out the door to start what would become the best day I’d had in a while.
Working at U-Haul wasn’t the worst and I did make the most money since I managed the facility; however, the job was annoying and I was fed up being kept in a box by the district manager. I wanted to fire Anthony the first time he disrespected me by ignoring a request I’d made. I knew by the way he looked at me and talked to me that he was homophobic and I didn’t want someone like that working for me. But every time I brought up my issues with him to the higherups, his girlfriend’s raggedy ass uncle would practically put his dusty loafers on my neck. When it came to my feud with Anthony, I didn’t start the fire; but I damn sure wanted his ass to eventually get burned. The moment I made it to my office that morning, I used the intercom system to call him to my office from his truck. While I waited for him to arrive, I looked at a video he’d recently put up on his Twitter account.
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Before I moved to Atlanta where I currently live, I lived in Chicago with my two identical twin cousins who were my age. I’d been through so much with them going all the way back to when their mama, my paternal aunt, took me in at age sixteen when my stepdad forced my mama to throw me out for being gay. Well, he’d actually persuaded her after I told her about him giving me money in exchange for sexual favors when she kept asking me where I was getting my money from. She wanted to believe what she wanted to believe and I ended up outside on a cold winter night with my clothes scattered around the front yard. My former stepdad was the first transparent homophobe I encountered in my life.
So, by the year 2012, I was living with my two cousins Leila and Laila in a three-bedroom house in a somewhat decent neighborhood. They worked at a processing factory and I did hair at a salon. The three of us were always extremely close, even when we were little kids. We were so close that instead of going by my actual name, Tyreese, I went by a shortened version of my middle name because it began with an L like my cousins’ names. My middle name is Levion but I told everyone to call me Levi. My cousins and I stayed out of drama and we were known for that. However, staying out of drama doesn’t necessarily mean drama won’t somehow find its way to you.
Me (Levi)
“Hey,” I called out as I entered the kitchen side door. “I went ahead and picked up the groceries so y’all wouldn’t have to after your shifts. Wal-Mart had everything in stock tonight.”
“Thank you so much, cuz,” Laila said while entering the kitchen. “I’ll help you carry the stuff in.”
“Where’s Leila?” I asked while sitting down a few bags on the kitchen counter.
“Upstairs with Shawn.”
“Please tell me he came alone.”
“Nope. KD’s cute ass is in the living room.”
“Ugh, cute? Bitch where?”
“I know he’s trash and shit, but you can’t deny that he’s fine as fuck, Levi.”
“Fuck that lame ass nigga. For real. Come on, let’s get the groceries out of my car.” We went out to my car and grabbed the rest of the groceries and brought them inside. After putting them away, I asked Laila, “Do you think your sister is done getting her back blown out? Because I need to go upstairs and use the bathroom.”
Laila laughed and said, “I think they’re just talking.”
“Good because I have to take a piss and I don’t wanna hear nasty sex sounds.” I left the kitchen and braced myself for a stupid side comment from KD but he wasn’t in the living room like Laila had told me he was. Thinking he’d stepped out the front door, I headed upstairs and into the bathroom to see he was in there looking at himself in the mirror with his shirt lifted up.
KD
“Man, get yo faggot ass outta here,” he snapped while pulling his shirt down.
The date July 22, 2009 is a date that I will never forget. It was a cloudy Wednesday afternoon and while I wasn’t necessarily looking forward to Pastor Ballard’s Bible study, I was excited about choir rehearsal because our choir director Mr. Hankinson had agreed to play a song that I composed myself. I’d been trying to get him to use one of my compositions since I began writing music. I wasn’t much of a gospel lyricist so Mr. Hankinson wrote words for the music, and they were amazing. I couldn’t wait to sing the song with the choir for the first time and I really couldn’t wait to sing it for the church that following Sunday. However, it wasn’t my music that made July 22, 2009 memorable. It turned out to be the day I experienced a miracle.
“You’re not gonna change my mind,” Kareem said to me while putting on his Jordans. “I’m done with school, Ant.”
“Why now?” I asked while looking at myself in the mirror to make sure my tie was on right. “Baby, why would you drop out of school right before our senior year?”
“Because it’s pointless. I’m not goin’ to college or doin’ anything important so I don’t see why I should waste my time.”
“So, being at school with me is a waste of your time?”
“That ain’t what I meant and you know it. Anthony, I’m just done with that shit. I’m done with it. I’m a grown ass man. Fuck…I mean, forget school. I got other stuff I need to be worried about.”
Kareem Taylor had been my boyfriend for a little over a year but we’d known each other since elementary school. He was my best friend up until sixth grade, which was when he began picking on me and hanging out with the bad boys at school. I later figured out he picked on me because he liked me and even though I liked him, too, neither of us built up the nerve to do anything about it until the end of our tenth-grade year. I wrote him a letter basically telling him that I wanted us to be boyfriends. He came to my house after school that day and gave me my first kiss. And just like that, we were together.
I was out for an exercise run around the neighborhood when I saw two cars parked in my new neighbor’s driveway for the first time. I’d known the house next door had been sold for a while but hadn’t seen the buyers since learning it had been sold. All my wife and I saw were movers and trucks over there for the past few weeks. Now that they’d actually moved in, I decided to wait outside for one of them to walk out and see me so I could start a conversation. When nobody walked out, I pulled out my phone and called my wife.
“Damian, I’m busy with something at work,” she told me after answering my call. “Is something wrong?”
“Nah, everything is cool,” I told her. “But guess what?”
“What?”
“I think the new neighbors have finally moved in.”
“Really? Are they white?”
“I don’t know. They haven’t come outside since I noticed the two cars in the driveway.”
“I hope they’re not white.”
“They’re probably black. White people don’t willingly move into a neighborhood that’s a majority black neighborhood unless they’re running from something, no matter how nice the neighborhood is.”
“That’s true. Well, walk over there and introduce yourself.”
“I thought about doing that but I don’t know. What if they’re weird? And I just got through running. I might wanna take a shower first.”
Me (Damian Patterson)
“Baby, just go over and say hi to them. It won’t take long. I probably won’t be getting home until very late tonight, so it’ll probably be tomorrow before I can meet them.”
“You’re working late again, baby? Damn, that’s the third night in a row. I’m tired of eating delivery and takeout every night, Tisha.”
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