![]() ![]() That didn’t sound right to me but I didn’t “That’s not true,” I said “ Titi Rosie used to live over there.” I’m moving out of here, but itĪin’t gonna be to no California know what I’m sayin’?” The sun was setting and I noticed the shadows cast by theīuildings slowly making their way towards us. Shaking as I pushed my glasses up my nose again. #PAPO METER HOW TO#You gotta learn how to talk to these girls, you know what I’m sayin’? You like “How ya’ll doing,” he said in his best nerd voice. “Yo, that was corny.” Papo said, taking a #PAPO METER CRACKED#Voice cracked at the last word and one of the girls giggled while the other one Thought of talking to girls shot an icy sensation down my back that, I swear to Papo had his concentration broken by two girls walking down the block. Oh, and I would’ve definitely had a dog, a big hairy sheepdog, not a barkyĬhihuahua or some mean ass rottweiler like the people around here have. If I hadĪ CDL and could live wherever I wanted, I would’ve gone there and taken my mom Everyone was always walkingĪround in shorts, living in nice big houses with a backyard and a dog. I’d never been there but it looked nice on TV. I’ve always liked the idea of California. “California? The hell I’m going there for?” Maybe down by Avenue M, or like Queens or somethin’.” “Yo, wherever! As soon as I get this CDL IĬan go wherever the fu… uh, wherever the heck I want, you know what I’m sayin’? There was no way I was going to wear those things outside. Things that're supposed to keep them from falling, but those things look wackĪs hell. My face and it was seriously pissing me off. My glasses didn’t seem to want to stay on I’mma get that CDL so I can get outta here, know what I’m sayin’?” You end up getting stuck on this block, you know what I’m sayin’? That’s why ![]() “The catsĪround here think small you know what I’m sayin’? You keep thinking like that, It’s like this,” Papo takes a swig and keeps dropping knowledge. Other than hot backwash, but he still put it up to his lips and took I don’t see how there could’ve been anything left He’d been drinking that thingįor at least an hour by then. Happens on the block and you missed it? Nah man, not worth the risk.ĭrinking a Heineken wrapped in a brown paper bag. Inside, but it was summer and going inside just wasn’t done. Pushing them back up was getting annoying. Sweat beads were running down my face, my glasses kept sliding down my nose and He spends the rest of his time trying to lift heavy things, making elaborate meals for his spoiled dog, and writing cigar reviews for no one in particular.Įdwardo currently lives in beautiful Newport News, Virginia and will be making his literary debut in an upcoming issue of Weirdbook Magazine. Edwardo Reyes is a dashing clinical chemist by day and an even more dashing aspiring writer by night. ![]()
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