That Bona Fide Hood Love: Fire & Pure by Taylor Dymond

Author:Taylor, Dymond
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-01-20T00:00:00+00:00

Zoni

I was doing sixty-five in a thirty-five mile zone as I banged Nipsey Hussle’s Victory Lap album. I listened to the album the whole way down from VA. The album smacked. I never knew anything about this dude until Yurey put me on. Since then, I had been rocking hard with him. I may have not known him personally or been from LA, but it hurt me just as bad as the people near and dear to him when he got killed. I felt it. It had to be because dude made such a huge impact on so many people. People I didn’t know died around me all the time, and I was never that affected as I was with his death. It led me to do some research about him, and I found out that Nipsey was a good dude, no doubt.

“Girl, if you don’t slow down,” Pure stated, all paranoid.

“I’m sorry.” I laughed. “I just love pushing my BMW to the limit. I love my baby.”

“Well, push it to the limit when I’m out the car. You got me over here pushing on my own brakes, which, by the way, don’t work.” She laughed.

“You stupid, sis!” I howled in laughter as we pulled up to my mom’s shop. All the chicken heads were out today, clucking. It was a nice ass day, and they knew the niggas were gonna be out on their bikes and drop tops today. The hos were tryna get chosen. “Damn, her shorts all in her ass.” I frowned at some chick who had walked in front of my car. She probably thought it was a nigga sitting in there. My car had dark tint, so you couldn’t see inside of it at all.

“And yours not?”

“My shorts are not that short,” I replied as I looked down at my tight denim shorts. They were wedged deep in my crotch area. I looked over at Pure, who was still staring at me, and burst out laughing. “You got me there,” I said as I stepped out the car. “But I look good in mines,” I boasted as I hit the locks on my car, and we headed toward the shop.

“Welcome to Weave Express. Ho-Oh shit! It’s yo’ ass.” My aunty Tara waved me off. “Got me bringing out my inner white for nothing,” she fussed. “Hey, baby,” she spoke to Pure as she pulled her into a hug.

“Oh, it’s hey to her, but I get waved off? OK. You remember that when you need a babysitter. I’ma tell Voni not to watch them bad ass kids of yours no more.”

“Don’t do Sunty like that,” she replied as she pulled me into a hug next. “You know I’ll lose my mind if I miss a weekend to shake my ass. That’s my therapy, girl,” she stated, serious as hell.

“You hell, Aunty. Get me some crabs tomorrow for a birthday gift, and we can call it even,” I bribed.

“Them high ass crabs! I got you though.”

“You ain’t have a choice, Aunty,” I said as my gorgeous and very fly ass mama came out the back.

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