Upon Arrival pt. 1

It’s about a 4 hour drive from here to there. Check in is at 3PM, so if we leave now we’ll get there with time to spare. Maybe we can grab a bite to fill in the time?

Bet.

Yep and you already know we got plenty of that. State troopers like to lurk between 127 & the state line, so it’s now or later.

Cool.

The rest goes in the trunk. Let me get the aux cord. You heard this? It’s fire.

Right!

I told you it was fire. Let’s stop at the gas station and fill it back up. Then, we can stop at that place you were talking about on Yelp.

Amazing.

It was! Good choice. You can light that back up now too since we’re out of the boondocks. Do you mind taking over the aux cord?

Here.

Oh, this is dope. It’s so private. I’m not sure if a hotel will cut it anymore. Did you see this though?

Look.

I’ll probably spend my whole night in here. Wait, you’ve got to warm in up a bit first. It says after about 30 minutes…

Wow.

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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…”