Unexpected visitors. I think it would be nice to have some warning to know they're coming, and if it isn't a very close relative, I'm often suspicious of their motives. In fact, I've often said "try it and you might not get in" but apparently an old friend of mine was off listening somewhere in the spirit world and decided to test me. He walked right up and boldly made his presence known, and quite honestly, it was such a pleasant surprise that I had no problem at all entertaining him. He got in.
Let's call him T.
Damn! How long has it been? That mischievous gap-toothed grin brings back memories. I certainly wasn't expecting you, but I am glad you decided to visit. I guess you knew I'd be nostalgic. It was fun remembering when we used to ride all over the East side on my yellow Schwinn 10-speed hoping my dad wouldn't see us out in the street. You used to have me sit sideways so you could stand up and pump. That sure raised a lot of eyebrows in the neighborhood, didn't it? You walked sooo close to me all that summer. How old were we then? Fourteen? Fifteen? That was the summer of new muscles and going shirtless. The adolescent funk of hotness. It's a wonder we didn't try holding hands, but didn't one of those little boys that used to idolize & follow you around, go back and tell? Do you recall the time we dropped by my cousin's house across town - only you didn't know she was my cousin, and when we walked through her gate, she said "I would have thought you could find better people to hang out with." Oh, the embarrassment of the discovery that she wasn't talking to me (her relative) but to you (her friend).
We were always cool, though. We go all the way back to the second grade when Richard threw a tantrum in school and wanted to kick my butt, but you stepped in and squashed it (and threatened to squash Richard if he didn't leave me alone). Flash forward to when we started to smell our own piss. That was when you invited me to your grandparent's house, and you sat behind me in that big overstuffed chair in the living room. You liked being behind me a lot back then, didn't you? I sat there between your legs as you tried to get all mystical by whispering "close your eyes and relax" in my ear. Only I couldn't concentrate because your lips kept grazing my neck. Oh! That was part of the mystery of it. I see! "Now open your eyes...trace the patterns on the wallpaper and tell me what you see" you said.
This girl pregnant. That girl pregnant. I was friends with both of them, and while they're demanding my loyalty, you're playing me one against the other. Fun, huh? Where are your sons now? I guess there must be many others, right? I don't mean no harm, bruh, but I really hope they didn't follow too much in your footsteps.
What about those times you slinked your way down to my house - despite Jerome's nosy ass across the street ('cuz he was friends with those girls too, and we knew he'd go back and tell). My father put me on lockdown and wouldn't let me leave the front porch. He knew you. He recognized your spirit, and gave you the evil eye until you couldn't take it anymore and booked! After you'd leave, he'd say "I would think you'd be able to find better friends to hang around" and this time those words were meant just for me. Lol.
Your hood-thug rep preceded you. You certainly built it up long enough, and it eventually did you in, didn't it? I sure was sorry to hear about all the problems, disappointments and troubled times you would experience later on in life. Of all the photos we took back then, I only have one left; you dancing in front of the drill team at a Fourth of July parade. Sometimes it's best to keep all those vignettes captured in their own time.
What's that? It's time for me to wake up? You have to go? Well, it sure was fun reminiscing and seeing you again after all this time if only in my dream. And by the way, I happen to know Jerome eventually got more from you than all the angst and intrigue you offered me. Smile.
That mischievous gap-toothed grin. Memories. RIP.