RODMYN: Reachin’ the shopping center about 50 minutes later; Dak gives us the all clear to exit the truck. Hoppin’ out, I make sure Dak has the address. Calling momah and letting her know we will be there in 10. Looking at Viho, “Yo man, you ready?” My boy gets his resolve and nods. Puttin’ my hand on his shoulder; I break us down and we travel through the streets as molecules. Bringing us to the house I set momah up in, I reform us and Vi is looking better than the last few times we vapored. Watching him sway just a little fuckin’ bit, “Not too bad man, shit, you getting the hang of this. Gonna have to try it on your own soon.” Grinning as he cussed me out in Spanish doin the Ricky Ricardo, but then he claps me on the shoulder smilin’ and we head up the walkway just as momah opens the door. Damn it’s good to see her. Smiling like a fool, I pick up my pace, open my arms and embrace my momah...Momah gets us inside after all the greetings are out the way. Bein’ home feels good emotionally, yet I feel worse physically now than when we left NY. Shit. It feels like, I don’t know what the fuck it feels like. Shit just don’t feel right, I’m off and I guess a good days sleep and I should be aight by tomorrow night; back to being copasetic and shit.. Planting my ass on the couch, Vi takes a nice cushy chair across from me. Momah is fussin’ over us and pissed that we stopped to eat. She heads of to the kitchen and brings us some Sweet Tea’s and sits next me, pattin’ my leg asking, “Ki sa ki mal ak ou m 'yo, jenn gason mwen an?”
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