The Weight of Grahams

Despite my believing that Isa needed to be at a party with so much money and potential in the building, Isa decided to stay back and be with Izzy for the night. She claimed to want to spend some time alone with her baby for a change. I on the other hand, believe Isa is afraid to fly. If it isn’t a party with Indie or underground rappers, smoking, drinking, and doing other random drugs; Isa isn’t interested. I decided not to push the issue for a change and let Isa be. Zion and I pulled up as if we were luxury in a pear-colored Rolls Royce owned by my boss at about a quarter after 11. Serenity Grey had to ensure that her employees made a hell of an impression for her label, and I didn’t mind it one bit. The chauffeur came around to let us out, and like always as soon as our feet touched the sidewalk all eyes were on us. I could hear people whispering amongst themselves trying to figure out who we were and betting we were some type of celebrity. Little did they know, my best fr

I hit Lake Shore drive heading south toward the city. It was yet another beautiful day in Chicago especially with this stunning view from the outer drive. I let the top down on my white-on-white Audi RS 5 Cabriolet and did a turtle crawl in traffic until switching expressways to take me to the southern suburbs. Once I had a flow and was allowed to cruise at least 70mph I switched over from DJ Nehpets rush our mix to my Bluetooth and turned on my ‘cruise and ride’ playlist. This particular list started with a little bit of old school rap like LL Cool J’s ‘Hey Lover’ and by the end of 50 songs I was in a new era acting like I was 21 again, replicating every line of Bank Rolls ‘Pop It’. Finally making it into the suburbs a little after 6, I stopped at a liquor store to pick up a couple packs of cigarettes and wine for Mama, as well as a little celebration/relaxation bottle for Isa and me. I also grabbed some cheese puffs, a green fifty cent juice; the type you can squeeze like

I found myself feeling anxious and overwhelmed. I thanked God for my therapist because I was in desperate need of a session; I had slept with one too many this week, which had begun to play on my conscience. I pulled into his Hyde Park office and immediately felt a sense of calm; Dr. Reeder offered liberation to my strange world. I never really expressed what was truly going on with me or how I in fact felt to anyone except him; Dr. Reeder never judged me or made me feel like I was a mutant. He always gave realistic advice and did exactly what I needed him to do; listen. He was at least 50 plus years old and far from attractive. I needed Dr. Reeder because he reminded me of a father that didn’t try to sleep with, abuse, or misdirect me in any fashion. I believe he understood what I needed and as much as he charged, he had better see me at any hour of the day. I climbed on to his tiny jade sofa while he gave me a tiny pill and water as we normally would do at the s

My home was unusually dark as I pulled into my driveway noticing the sensor light didn’t turn on as it normally did when someone got within steps of the house. Further observation noticed my flowerpots were kicked over and dirt was scattered across my lawn and walkway. Being on instant guard I got my pistol out my glove compartment before getting out the car and trying piece together what was going on. My days were becoming more and more surprising, and I didn’t understand why and what was happening to me. Did someone try to break in or was it just some bad school kids that kicked over my pot and busted out my porch light? I was hoping my school kid theory was more likely than a break in.I walked around the perimeter of my home to see if I had any broken access to entry points. I approached my front door slowly realizing it couldn’t be a break in, windows and everything else were still in tack. There was a package on my porch that looked untouched, so with

I lay tossing and turning trying my best to get some sleep, but my mind was racing. The alcohol and sexual experience I recently had with Maleek had me feeling both frivolous and furious at the same time. At this particular moment using my vibrator would be futile, it wouldn’t take my mind or my body where they needed to go. My womb had a throb to it like no other, my insides were boiling hot, and every inch of me felt sensitive; I couldn’t even caress my own breast! I couldn’t believe and was even more annoyed that I was feeling like this. My body hadn’t felt this way in years, not since before being sexually active with Maleek. Once I started sleeping with him my normal sexual urges went away and I was a more contented, relaxed individual. I had once asked my shrink what he thought it meant, and his reply was “with every addiction, there is a cure, and you my dear have found your cure.” Maleek was my cure. No matter how long I went without being sexual with Maleek, the urges wouldn’