Uncovering the discovery of Gem’s tale as he rebuilds his life. His vintage style is in for a spin as he battles with living a top-of-the-line life filled with love and the finer things. He wants things to speed up and that’s when life gets real…
2/8/11
Last month flew by quick. Winter ain’t been that brutal. Forget watching the Super bowl, I got important stuff on my mind. I’m working on being the Greatest Me of All Time. It’s around my eighth hour straight in the lab. Things firming up real good. Script of my life looking good. I’m ready to get these products off the ground. My business partner kinda flighty, but he comes up with some genius ideas. I got this text from Sabrina. I’m thinking what I do to for this. Even though we’ve been linking up for quite some time, lately she only hits me up when she wants something. The text said she tried to wait for me before she went to work, but wanted to know how much longer I need to keep my trunk at her house. I stopped what I was doing when I read that message. She know I gotta keep it there until the summer. We been officially broke up for some time and I would be a liar to say I didn’t still love her, but I feel foolish about that. We used to argue of the dumbest things. Yeah I know I got my funny ways, but it just always something. Now I gotta make sure I make my next move be my best move. I need her to hold that chest til the summer, but I know she gonna want something in return. Going back and begging for her to be with me is not going to happen. I gathered my stuff and shut the lab down. As I walked to the car, I thought about some of me and Sabrina good moments. We used to go out NYC for the winter and look at the Christmas trees. The way the lights reflected in her eyes were pure beauty. Those type of moments made me think about spending the rest of my life with her. Then I thought about one Christmas when we were supposed to go to a party for my dude and even though see brought a case full of clothes to the hotel; she still didn’t think she had nothing to wear. As we search in the mall for clothing, she caught one of them raging attitudes. I mean it was like a demon spirit hopped inside in her and transformed her from Miss Christmas to the Grinch. I know how she gets when she wants to get her way like a pregnant pit bull. Normally, I don’t help women shop. This stems from marathons with my mom who had to physically inspect all pieces of the garment before buying it. But I was feeling the Christmas time and I was feeling the holiday spirit. I helped her search for clothes. It felt like every item I chose wasn’t up to her standards. After 40 minutes of power shopping, she found the outfit of her liking. When we got back to the house, she apologized to me for having that attitude. This was the first time I ever felt that she was sincerely sorry for actions.
As I opened the car door, I thought about the art exhibit. Even though Sabrina grew up in the hood, she is always down to attend any function, from the president ball to freak jumpoff party. The exhibit contained pieces from my dude Drew. His paintings were modern with electric style. It’s crazy to see that he a painter considering he had the best jump shot in the state. If he wouldn’t got wrapped up wit them stick up kids, no doubt he would of been giving them buckets in the league. I talked with him for a minute, then I went to see what Sabrina was up to. For some reason, alcohol tends to revert Sabrina back to days on 151st and Green St. She over there fighting somebody. Even though she a lightweight, Sabrina definitely got some hands. I couldn’t think why she was fighting, everybody was like fam in the building. I separated her from the girl and probably ended up saving that lady life. As we riding back she just kept talking about how I didn’t have her back. I’m looking at her looking all good, but she was fighting some demons on the inside. I told her that she gotta learn how to manage that temper. Why she at my peoples acting up? Once we got in the house, we were going right at it. Explosive night. When I woke up, she was gone. No text no nothing. Why I set my self up like that?
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