Side Jaunts (1st Chapter excerpt)

This is from something I’ve been working on outside of my random thoughts/expression I post of The Modern Medici. This is a bit more personal to me. The work is called “Side Jaunts” and I chose that name for two specific reasons. The 1st being that the entire piece is basically a series of short journeys taken for pleasure or, jaunts. The 2nd reason I chose the name is because a side jaunt is a woman whom your significant other does not know about. Here’s a three paragraph excerpt… Enjoy!

Chapter 1

9:45PM on a midsummer night expedition, cruising through the blurred lights of city intersections, when the phone rang. “Where you at Jay?” the caller’s voice reverberated through the Bluetooth car speakers. It was Robin, an attractive, young woman Jay had recently began seeing. They weren’t an official item yet, just fucking, but each day they grew closer to one another. “Dropping something off right now, what’s up?” Jay replied, rounding the street corner to his destination. Robin sighed, “Ugh, I wanted to see you later. How long will you be?” Jay reached into the backseat for his backpack, before answering. “Not long. I’ll hit you up when I’m free, but I gotta go now” he said. Before getting out, he unzipped the bag to examine the contents and retrieve an item. Without another word from Robin, the call was disconnected and Jay exited his vehicle.

Jay stepped onto the narrow sidewalk, lined by rows of apartment housing. Across the path and into the courtyard he traveled, followed by the onlooking eyes of residents. Jay reached into his pocket and sent a text “Omw. Walking up now.” He walked up a few steps, onto the porch and knocked at the door. No one answered as he slid the straps of the backpack under his thumbs, drawing it tighter to his body. The last thing he wanted to do was draw more attention to himself by banging on the door, like an undercover in the projects, so he waited. Suddenly, he could hear the latches of the door unlocking and the face of his plug, Dontay appeared. “Damn, what’s up fool? You was in that bitch knocked out wasn’t you?” jokingly asked Jay as he entered. “Man, slick. My bad.” Dontay replied. Jay could see a few familiar faces from around the way standing in the living room, smoking and having side conversations. He acknowledged his fellow associates, as an older woman entered the kitchen. “Hi baby, how you doing? as she reached to hug Jay. “Is everyone alright?” she asked. Jay had never seen this woman before, but assumed it must be Dontay’s mother or live-in relative. “I’m going upstairs to bed, bless you baby and y’all be safe” she said. It struck Jay as odd but he shrugged it off as simple Christian hospitality and refocused on the reason for his trip.

“So what you got for me?” Jay asked. Dontay opened a hallway closet, unleashing the aroma of a potent ganja and reached for a duffle bag. He tossed the bag to Jay and responded “Little bit of this, little bit of that.” There was an assortment of labeled quart-sized freezer bags, with different quantites and strains, to choose from. Jay reached for some of the larger bags. “I just need three ounces for right now” he said. Dontay looked confused “Three zips? Shit, you might as well get the whole QP” he replied. Jay paused for a moment, before agreeing to take the extra ounce. As he removed his backpack, to load it, the pistol he’d removed from it earlier and tucked into his hoodie, fell out. “Damn, Cheddar Bob you tryna shoot us or yourself?” Dontay asked. “Sorry y’all, at least it was on safety” Jay replied. He finished stuffing his backpack and paying Dontay, before heading to the door. “Alright y’all boys be safe, I’m out” Jay said. Dontay shook his hand “Nigga, you be safe” he replied. “Our guns don’t have safety buttons, so we remember not to drop em…”

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Beyond the Midnight Hour

In search of a treasure, oddities lumber through the boulevard

Then onto the avenues

Vanishing into shadowy alleys

Luminous beacons summon vessels of transport

For all who remain must continue to search

The warm will be taken, tonight, zombies will feed

Spoils become scarce as nightfall creeps to daybreak

Beyond the devil’s hour, cemented a fortune

Scour the streets, you won’t find what you seek

Since the only things open are legs.

 

Pinkies in the Air Drinkin Hennessy

I should’ve plotted out my major points, before writing this. But the fact that I didn’t, is essentially what this entire piece is about…

I find it difficult to relate to most of the writers/bloggers that get mainstream shine or even popular independent support online, on an educational level. Yet, in the same space, I aim to one day create content as influential as theirs. I don’t believe that my lack of a degree constitutes me being any less creative than them, it’s just a general perception thing. See, I went to a major university but only for a semester before I left. When I got there I was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed about what the future held. I was going to be involved in campus activities, I’d pledge Alpha after my freshman year and be involved with the young, black future leaders I was sure to be surrounded by. I wanted to be apart of something established and to have my voice heard…

But as I attempted to integrate my  former life & habits, into the jumbled, mix of events and occurrences that is college… the square peg never fit into the round hole. I wasn’t cut from the same cloth as those people who surely once had the same dreams and aspirations I did. College is probably the first place I saw major division within the community. Classmates, whose parents live on the same street and have been good friends for years, grow apart. The artistic kids go to open mics, the smart ones live in the library, the social ones join frats and sororities and the leftovers sort of drift. I was a drifter. I saw how the organizations and groups divided those who were once close, into splintered factions of special interests. The place I always dreamed of coming started to become less appealing and once the shine wore off, I left.

While everyone else was finishing up at university, I was out fucking up. Bullshitting at community college, selling mid grade for kush prices and smashing all the chicks that never even went to college. All the while unhappy, because I knew this wasn’t me or at least who I wanted to be… But I also wasn’t the pretentious, degree waving asshole my former classmates were growing into. I was in a tough spot. Was I being resentful and a hater? Or just marching to the beat of my own drum? What would I have become if I stayed in college?…

That question is irrelevant. Until H.G. Wells lists that time machine on Amazon, I’ll never know. But, what I’ve realized on my life journey, is that there is an untapped demographic. One that content rarely reflects the life of. The young black male, lacking a college education but works hard. He’s intelligent and aware as anyone else, but is constantly overlooked. He absorbs media, yet there is none reflective of his situation. All he sees is the cookie cutter image of what a “successful”, black male must have accomplished or look like. I hope to create content for the intelligent, black men (and women) who didn’t go to college. The ones that don’t own any tailored suits or polished Cole Haans, yet have interests and concerns no different from the Summa Cum Laude brothers. The true silent majority.

The thought within the “established” of the black community that says if you didn’t graduate college, your voice, thoughts and ideas are somehow inadequate, needs to die. And it will. God willing, I’ll deliver the fatal blow to those ideals myself.

Stop drinking Hennessy with your pinky in the air.

Thank you all for helping me realize my worth and find my voice. What you read is but a skeleton outline of what I hope to become & produce.

Can’t You See, What You Do to Me?

Over the threshold and home, an interlude plays softly as he enters
Flipped switches to the central ceiling fixtures, unresponsive
A note attached… “let’s make it an adventure”
Only clue illuminated by the candlelit sconces.
Deeper in the dark corridor, a sweet scent emanated
A game of cat & mouse initiated by the misses
First song fades out, to this room hubby was baited
Heard the patter of her feet she scattered fast and full of giggles.
You’re really trying to get creative with the love, missy
Badu switched from the soundbar to the Beats pill
Turned my back and then you slipped me a mickey
But all you gotta do is say yes, Jill.
Perched atop the bed, like a queen upon her throne
Soft caress of happiness
It was the sweetest thing I’ve ever know
To find my hide and seek champion.

The Visit

Phone started ringing at like 12AM, we met at the Shell earlier, she just got in… And was wondering, if I was still with my friends and if I wasn’t if I wanted to come see her a minute…

Well.. I guess it depends, on what she’s got in mind and if she’s got any kids (yeah)… Nah, nevermind, I’ll probably just chill at the crib. A couple of minutes later, it started ringing again…

The number looked familiar but ain’t saved in my phone. I’m drunk, so I said fuck it, I’m gonna answer, hello?…

The voice said, I know that you can’t stand me, but you remember me? It’s Brandi?

I said the one I used to wax like a candle? The one that it was never nothing that she couldn’t handle? The one that said I used to fuck her better than her man do?

She replied like, yeah so? But what you doing now though? Henny talking on both shoulders, dog this chick like Alpo…

Told her nothing, bout to roll up. Ima come over there hold up, now this Operation’s covert… “no man” is the code word.

Learned from my mistakes, so it’s no way I’m gon slip, I only pistol whip with Magnums on some Goldeneye shit. Only visiting for now, but always packing for a trip. With him she been wishing it was me inside them hips.

Neighbors probably hear the knocking. And it’ll stay like this as long as she keep calling. Fuck it if he don’t like it, true story, I ain’t even have to write this.

Visions

No man has seen the things I’ve seen, both for myself and regularly

If there can be such thing as regularity living someone else’s fantasy

Where a blessing for one man, leads to a curse for another

Is this how it was intended? I didn’t see it quite like this

To imagine great successes on the backs of someone else

Still a portion of them think that this is justice at its best

To continue in this manner, should I really be this shocked?

When I probe into the future, I see shit we thought had stopped…

visions_by_kuldarleement-d6ux62dImage by Kuldar Leement