it was a big house.. my mom was still single. she had a lot of people over. i guess she was having a party. she just met a new man-friend. and i was just chilling in the bedroom with them. and i got very curious about a box. in the box were a bunch of little mini bible booklets, and some of his personal stuff, too. but i was looking through the booklets, ignoring his stuff, trying to find any booklet with scripture that wasn't from the book of job.
i thought i might've appeared a bit nosy, so i apologized and said i was only looking through the bible booklets.
and he said, "yeah.. i only have stuff from job in there."
except he was pronouncing it "jeb" but i knew he was talking about job. i immediately stopped looking.
my mom said, "she doesn't like the book of job."
and she was right. except she said it "jeb" too.
and he said he was sorry, as if it mattered. and he told me he loved me. [as in "i love you, kid"] he just met my mom and he's telling me he loves me. huh?
so i left. and the night wore on. i might've gotten involved in something sexy with some friends, i'm not to clear. but soon it was 9am, and i wanted some food from the buffet that was sitting out in the hallway. mexican food. rice and everything you need to make any kind of taco you want.
so i went out there.. only to find that ken.. a guy i work with.. was just about wrapping up cleaning it all up. i asked him where'd all the food go? and he was like, 'oh did you want some..? oh man my brother was just about to leave.. i can get some from him..' and he runs outside after his brother who is just driving off in his car.
i was pissed because i really wanted that food. i pretty much cut off an old lady that was trying to be sweet and say hello, because my mother was behind her and i said to my mother, "why are you always giving our food away? why can't we ever keep any of it??"
and she was saying stuff like.. it was out there all night.. it was going to spoil.. i had all night to get some, etc., etc.
eh, so i went on a bitching tirade..
and eventually, four hours later or something, i was sitting at a table, and ken came back, out of breath. he wasn't able to get me the food, but he found me some cigarettes and he placed a pack of pall mall lights and pall mall ultra lights on the table in front of me. i loved him for his effort. he really didn't have to go through so much trouble. so i threw my arms around him and i gave him a short kiss on his lips.
i had forgotten how good it felt to kiss a black man's lips, and so i almost tried to kiss him again, longer.. but there were people around, so i refrained.
left to myself, i was just staring off watching these two girls playing, maybe 3 years old. and i watched as the one grabbed the other girl's face and stuck her tongue in the other girl's mouth. and they both giggled. but i wondered how that was going to affect them later on..
one of the mothers, sitting there reading a book or something, didn't seem too concerned. "oh, they're just playing" she says.
but i was just thinking.. that girl's gonna wonder later on why it feels so good to kiss a girl..
LJ