man, i miss jinx
Jinx, I ain’t seen that dude in years. Him and Dont got caught up fucking some hood-rats and Cal found out, then him and Cal moved down to Alabama with her folks to salvage the marriage.
Turns out one of the chicks they were fucking was Cal’s cousin. You know that’s some black people shit right there, with all their cousins. Him and Cal had been together for like 6 years and he never even met that cousin, lived in the same city and everything. Just bad luck I guess. Jinx blamed it all on Dont, said he set it up and talked him into doing it.
I don’t think Cal believed that shit but she made herself in order to stay with him. Cal wouldn’t let ‘em hang out together no more and Dont was real hurt off that shit.
It’s been damn near 10 years since that happened and to this day, you get some Grand Marnier in Dont, he starts talking about how Jinx did him wrong, how when he went to call the crib, Cal answered and told him he was a home wrecker and Jinx wouldn’t take the call and he ain’t seen him since. Dont was real hurt.
I tell him, “Brah, whatchoo expect? He was in damage in control, that motherfucker got a kid wit her, dog. That’s his wife. You think he’s gonna sacrifice all that to stay boys witchoo? Lose his family, so yall can hang out? Shit, come on man.”
Dont’d be all, “Yeah but that was out cold, he cut me off. We was boys Jude, we was all boys.”
Yeah we was boys but Jinx was Jinx. And even though I loved him to death, he was the same motherfucker that’d try to put his weed or his dope up under my seat when we drove around town.
I’d be like, “Jinx get that weed from out under my seat man or I ain’t getting in the car.”
And he’d be like, in his little nasally voice, “Jude, we ain’t gon’ get pulled over just get in, we late.”
“If we ain’t getting pulled over then put it under your seat.”
“I ain’t puttin’ it under my seat, what if we get pulled over?”
We’d argue for a couple minutes and he’d end up putting it in the trunk. But we had that argument more than once and every time I got in the car with his ass, I’d look under that seat.
It didn’t matter, we’d get flicked, but never wit anything on us when it happened, and the one time Jinx did get arrested for dope, he was clean, so the cops planted it on him anyway. Judge gave him probation and made him go to a bunch of NA meetings, like he was the crack head.
I remind Dont of this, of his shady ways and he’ll agree that it was in Jinx’s nature to throw him under the bus and then be like, “Man, I miss that dude anyway.”
And I’ll say, “Me too. We had fun didn’t we?”
“We had fun.”
The irony is, Jinx used to cheat on Cal all the time. I’m surprised it took him that long to get caught. I don’t know how many times we’d be coming from some chicks house and Cal would beep his ass and we’d have to stop what we were doing and go get her a corned beef sandwich from the Coney Island on MLK and Perry.
She fucking loved those sandwiches. Jinx’d show up smelling like some other bitch with a corned beef sandwich for her and she ain’t never say shit.
We all fancied ourselves some gigolos, though we never actually called ourselves that. I don’t remember what we called ourselves, maybe some players or something. We’d bang chicks and try and get things out of ‘em - shoes, shirts, cologne, their car, money, anything.
I’d do alright, I’d get some Perry Ellis or some Nautica cologne but Jinx’s half brother, Miran/Clifton/Steve was the best at it. His specialty was the white girls. He’d tie the bandanna around his head backwards and they’d say he looked just like Tupac.
That motherfucker ain’t look shit like Pac, he just looked like a black dude wit a fuckin’ bandanna. But them white girls from Clarkston loved it and they were the cash cows, so he’d be pac. Shit he had so many of ‘em he had to keep three different names- Miran Clifton and Steve.
Them white girls’d fuck wit him to piss off their daddy or see was it really true what they said about black dudes in the sack. Miran’d fulfill that fantasy for a price. He’d come over to their house and tell their dads to fuck off if they said anything to him, then he’d fuck the shit outta their daughters’ and get ‘em for everything they got.
Jinx and Miran were kinda competitive with it, being half brothers and all. They had different moms and hadn’t met each other till high school. When they did they sized each other up - who was faster, stronger, better looking… Their dad Skip, was a bit of a rolling stone. He had something like 15 kids by 15 different ladies spread all over Pontiac.
Jinx was nice with his mouth piece and good at gaming chicks but most his girls were black and lived in the confines of Pontiac, so they just didn’t have that disposable income that the white ones had. Miran usually did better.
Jinx’d get some Adidas off a chick, Miran’d get some Jordans and some Timbs. Jinx’d fuck a girl and steal her car stereo while she was sleep, Miran’d have a girl buy him a car stereo. Nuts.
They’d say little slick shit about each other behind each other’s backs. Jinx’d say Miran didn’t have the game for black chicks. Miran’d say that Jinx’s mama poked holes in the condom and that’s how she had Jinx.
I highly doubted that, seems how Skip had 14 other kids too. I never brought this up to Jinx being that he loved his mother dearly and the statement woulda lead to fisticuffs between the two siblings.
One time Jinx got his hooks in this ugly ass white chick that stayed over there off Perry and Josalyn.
He was like, “Come on you wanna fall through to Bethany’s house wit me?”
I was like, “The one Jamaal used to fuck?”
He said, “Yeah.”
I say, “What for? That bitch is ugly as hell.”
“I’m bout go coop coop. Get some yaper off her, buy my mama something for her birthday.”
Coop meant to fuck in Jinx-talk and yaper that was some bay area shit that meant paper, which meant money, he was always making up some crazy slang, half the time cat’s ain’t know what the fuck he was saying but use the context to figure it out.
Example, in regular ebonics back in the 90’s, crucial meant dope or out cold or crazy, like if you shook someone playing ball, that shit was crucial, or a if a chick had a fat ass her butt was crucial. 2pac used it in his raps all the time.
“I’m smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial.”
So Pac had all of us using crucial.
Well Jinx would freak that shit and change it from crucial to croodle like noodle with a cr. And then when he got bored with croodle he’d flip it to something like, croodle mcdoodle.
So you very likely might hear Jinx say with his nasal voice in a sing songy tone, “Uh I’m bout to go coop coop that bitch, her booty is, um, croodle mcdoodle!”
That meant he was gonna fornicate with a big bootied chick.
So he was telling me he was about to go fuck that chick for some money and I told him I’d roll.
We get there to this run down house on a back road behind a liquor store. It was winter and the trees were bare and the snow was gray and the street was empty. Bethany was waiting in the doorway, window steamed up from the cold. I couldn’t see her glasses or her face but I saw the outline of a fat girl and I knew it was her.
We rolled in I barely spoke, Jinx took Bethany to the bedroom and left me with her little cousin. I sat there and talked with her about high school while Jinx fucked Bethany in the next room. You could hear her hollering over the rap.
I asked the cousin to show me her room, she said she couldn’t cuz they were in there fuckin but she’d show me her mom’s.
She took me to the back of the house, to a filthy room that stunk of cigarettes, with wood paneling and clothes on the floor. Hot pink bandannas were tied to the bed post with a faded leopard print bedspread thrown across it.
I sat on the bed, told her to come here. I kissed her on the mouth. I told her to get on her knees and take my dick out. She did.
“Put it in your mouth.”
She did what I told her to do. She sucked me till I came. I finished in her mouth without telling her. She gagged and spit my cum all over my lap. I wiped it off with my hand and smeared it on her mom’s leopard print blanket.
I said, “Thank you, you’re good at that. I’ma get Jinx”
I got up and left the room and pounded on the bedroom door for him to hurry up.
Five minutes later he comes out. We’re posted up in the kitchen.
He asks Bethany for the money. She says she doesn’t have it.
He’s like, “Why you have me come over and fuck and you know you ain’t got no money. You was lying, that ain’t right.”
She’s like, “I wasn’t lying my had aunt needed to borrow some to put toward the light bill..”
He goes, “That ain’t got nothing to do with me Bethany. Why you have me come over here? How’m I sposed to buy my mom a birthday present?”
She’s apologizing, “I’m sorry, I gave it to her before you got here Jinx I swear.”
I’m like, “Come on man, she ain’t got no money, let’s just go.”
She’s all, “I get my check next Friday, I can give you money then.
“Nah fuck that, I already been here to not be getting paid. You said you had some money for my mom’s birthday. What I’m sposed to tell her? Sorry you don’t get a present, Bethany had to pay the electric bill.”
“Jinx I swear to god I’ll pay you.”
He said, “Fuck that.”
He starts looking around the kitchen all three of us watching, me, Bethany and her little cousin. He’s looking in the fridge, looking on the table, looking on the counter.
He goes to Bethany, “Unplug that I want that.”
I look over and he’s pointing at the most busted, run down toaster I ever seen, aluminum, dents in it, a crooked lever…
She’s like, “You want the toaster?”
“Run the toaster.”
Little cousin’s like, “But that’s my mom’s toaster.”
He’s all, “And?”
“I don’t know…. I don’t know if you can have my mom’s toaster… That’s our toaster….”
Bethany’s trying to console her, “Don’t worry I’ll buy you guys a new one on Friday. As soon as I get my check we’ll get you a new one.”
I’m getting uncomfortable, I mean the little girl just headed me off, I wiped nut all over her mom’s bed now we’re bout to take her toaster.
I’m like, “Jinx man, come on son, let’s go.”
He walks over to the counter, pulls the plug out the wall, wraps the cord around toaster, tucks it under his arm and heads to the door crumbs spilling all over the place. Bethany rushes after him trying to kiss him goodbye, he moves his head.
I look at lil cuz, “Sorry about your toaster.”
She don’t say shit.
We’re on the porch, to the sidewalk in the street and to the car.
Bethany’s hollering to Jinx, “Call me this Friday Ok?!!”
We bout to get in, I look at him, say, “Hell naw dog…You wild for that. You just fucked that ugly broad for a toaster.”
He’s like, “I know, I’ma give it to my mom she ain’t got one.”
“Well… knock the crumbs out that bitch ‘fore you give it to her.”
We hop in the bucket, his pager’s going off and we head on over to Sonic Coney Island to get Cal that corned beef sandwich she wanted, then it’s off to the mall.
Man, I miss that dude.
rude jude loves you
