A Story

Will, I guess he was my first real boyfriend. I guess I should mention Will was a notorious drug dealer.

Will got arrested for possession of cocaine with intent to sell. Not that this caused me any sorrow. With Will out of the way I now became the owner of a newly tricked out Buick, and $2500 dollars cash.

Straight to the swap meet I went to acquire two 12” speakers and 1400 watt amp. The thing about the swap meet is everything is dirt cheap. (and frugal I am for hiring will a lawyer that cost $1500) Pulling up to the most ragged booth with the best prices. I give the eager Mexican my keys after a brief game of charades, due to language barriers. Satisfied, I set off the purchase with knock off Chanel shades with matching purse, wallet, and belt for an eye popping $100 asking price. Though everyone knows at the swap meet you never pay asking prices. So $75 later I moved on to the food court while waiting on my whip to get finished.

Picking up the Buick 30 minutes later I realized I’m having a great day. With the windows down, wind blowing through my tracks, sporting my new shades and smoking a blunt, now I have ear rattling music to set the mood.

Two blunts later and I smell smoke. First thought one of my roaches caught fire to something. Pulling over and searching I don’t find the source to the fire. Well, assuming it must be an outside fire somewhere I proceed on my stroll through the hood with Lil Wayne, the carter cranked up. Two blocks later a crackhead jumps in front of the Buick. I stopped and turned down the volume irked by this intrusion. The baser says, “Your trunk is on fire.”

Managing to salvage my knock off Chanel and blunt I dialed 911. My great day ended by getting my swap meet speech hosed down. The fire Marshall said, “You get what you pay for.”

-Shaina Alston