Kendrick

     The weed has been causing me to lose motivation these days. I deleted my plugs number so I was doing my best to find it before resorting to Kendrick for whatever I needed. 

     Every time I get in the car with Kendrick, I start questioning all the work I’ve put forth to tell this story, what I’m putting at risk.  Today was different, though. I might’ve made a breakthrough with my responses to his questions. I always have an answer for disappearing. It’s not that I’m working against anyone, I am working with anyone who is looking to work with me. Not for me— with me. 

     Last time I saw Kendrick was 2022. Anytime we’d reach the topic concerning cybersecurity, our tempers would reach a peak and we’d end the night on bad terms— now we are beefing. Cause Kendrick isn’t willing to be spoken to in a certain way, and I decided a long time ago not to put up with being disrespected by these guys.

     He was asking me, “Hector, be for real: when was the last time you held a job for a consistent amount of time?” 

     I sat there and looked at him like, “The fuck are you talking about? The last time I saw you was before I realized Alfredo Ramirez might be brothers with the same fool from Miami Dade County Police Department…you wanna know how I know I’m not crazy? Things have gotten so much better for me. If you only knew the things I discovered about myself, you wouldn’t be talking to me like this again— I mean think about it this way: Pedro isn’t doing so well himself!” 

     Kendricks eyes click with mine. He’s signaling me to fist bump him, he tells me, “Dale, I’ma hit you up.”

     Like the good old times. I haven’t seen this man in 3 years…he’s already here questioning why I’m still homeless. I’ve been trying to tell him for a long time! 

     There’s a big reason why I don’t want to buy drugs. Being caught in possession of them is one thing. Being known as someone in constant possession of them is another. I don’t want to sell this shit, I don’t even want to give it away, but I just need to stay up. 

     Kendrick confuses the shit out of me because he acts like someone he isn’t. He’s too smart to be in a low position of power on the streets. I feel someone took advantage of Kendrick and his friends back when people didn’t understand my affiliation with Pedro. 

     Truth being told, I was merely a scapegoat for the hottest nights and I’m blessed enough to not have ever gotten caught in possession of weed back when I used to hide around to smoke a little joint. 

     I had a bunch of shit written up referring to the perspective I held about the gangland in Coral Gables, but that wouldn’t be the focus of this current phase right now. 

     Right now, my job is to continue on with what I had set out to do. Writing this next piece of work isn’t going to be easy because not everyone is going to respect a person without a doctorate. It just gets to me, though… 

     Would it even make a difference cause I’m sure there’s something else to talk shit about? 

And then I realized, there's always something to talk about: My Role in The Sex Industry