"Sometimes I think I'm in the wrong business," Allen said as he pulled
up in front of Gigolos house. Allen sat for a moment and again thought
about his life and what being in a relationship really meant to him. As
he sat in the car, he was startled by an unexpected knock on the
window. Allen gathered himself, and opened the car door to greet Calorie
and Charles who were just getting there.
"What's the haps Jones?"
Calorie spoke as he embraced Allen.
"Same o' same o' bruh, Allen responded as he greeted Charles in the
same manner."
"You all right Jones?"
Calorie asked.
"Yeah, why you ask?"
"Just seems like you were thinking about something when we walked
up."
"Oh, well you know me."
"I take it that you were just being Jones, and thinking about love
right?"
"Like I said, you know me,"
Allen said with little effort as they were
greeted at the door by Gigolo.
"Yo, what's the haps?"
Gigolo said to each of them with an embrace
as they entered his home.
As the fellas entered the game room, they found Walter and Cupid
watching the pre-game show.
"Gentlemen,"
Walter spoke.
"What up Walter, Cupid?"
Calorie began with echo's, from Allen and
Charles.
"I hope you
niggas prepared for my Raiders to dominate Kansas City,"
Charles said.
"Nigga please the Raiders couldn't dominate Kansas City if every
player on their team had one arm, one leg, and half a foot,"
Calorie
responded.
"Damn bruh,"
Charles said responding to Calorie's statement, "but
quiet as kept, you mutha fuckas know that y'all closet Raiders fans. So
please stop hatin' on our team."
"What team nigga?"
Calorie started.
"The Raiders are basically
extinct, and all you mutha fuckin' Raider fans need to acknowledge and
accept that."
"Here,"
Cupid interjected,
"let me spell it slow for you, E-X-T-I-N-C-T,"
he spelled out for Charles.
"Whateva,"
Charles said after taking a few seconds to stare at Cupid.