Love Made Me Do It by Tamekia Nicole

Author:Tamekia Nicole [Nicole, Tamekia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00ODGWBTU
Published: 2014-10-19T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 26

TRANSIETS

Without a car, Santa Rita felt like a million miles away. I took the light rail, and three buses and I was there just as he was putting the laces back in his shoes. I hugged and kissed him. Defeated by disbelief he suggested that we go hit some spots and try and get some shit to sell. I was down for whatever. Plus I felt like I fucked up since the car was now towed.

Guilt was a steady friend of mine, he made sure of that. Getting high was the number one priority. That is exactly why we didn’t have shit. With no regards to granny and going back there, I walked miles with him that night stealing anything from any store that looked like it could liquidate to either drugs or cash. We would take either. With four or five bottles of Patron in tow we landed in the projects of deep East Oakland. Patron was like gold out there. In exchange we had enough dope to have a decent night and enough money to get a room for the night.

The buses had stopped running so we walked miles to get that room. Only to find out that neither one of us could find our I.D. I begged the lady at the front desk to just let us stay for the night. She did. We blazed and we slept well past check out time. No shower, no getting ready, just getting out and on to whatever hustle would get us through yet another night.

We were homeless, we were transients. Just not that dirty. Yet. No game plan. No need for one. We had each other and that would be enough. It would have to be. We started the day, by getting a lot of items to sell.

Backpacks full of top shelf liquor, on both our backs. We walked from Central Fremont to Fremont Bart Station. Those backpacks had to weigh at least 20lbs or more. There was no complaining and barely any talking. I followed his lead. I wanted him and I wanted to do drugs with him. So I did as I was told.

I walked miles with him. Unloading our back packs full of goodies… One city at a time. Lord, please have mercy on our poor wretched souls. We never talked about the fact that we were living on the streets with no clothes and barely enough money to have a roof over our head. Every day there was a hustle, there were no days off.

The clothes we had on our backs were the “fit” for the day, and that day only. We threw away so many nice things…you probably wouldn’t even know that we were homeless. We went wherever we wanted, picked out a new “fit”, tucked that shit and left. We were the same way with food, we would go somewhere like a deli and eat for free. Very disrespectful behavior. Just like a couple of savage beasts.

Even though there were no days off, we did do things in between or daily hustles.

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