It was winter of 2000. Although, I’ve known this person since 1996. I’ve denied this, when we’ve first met. I was 16 years old. I literally had no idea what was happening. My mom passed away, when I was 12. She was a single mom. I didn’t really have any male influences. It was nothing but ladies. If there were any males that I’ve looked up to. They were definitely on television.
To make a long story short. Or, maybe a bit long. I was working in a record store. Omg!! Do you remember those? It was an extremely popular one. Anyway, I was a shift supervisor. That practically did everything. Yet.. I was stoned. Stoned, about six hours a day. I would work only six hours. If I did an eight hour shirt. I definitely had the munchies. I walked into the office. I see the person that I would run into often. I greet everyone in the office. This person replied with.. “Don’t I know you?” I laughed and said, “Maybe.” This person gave the look of… “Don’t lie to me.” The thing is… We didn’t know one another. We’ve been at the same places at the same time. All the while, I wanted to get to this person. We were in the same age group. We had aspirations to be performers. This individual had the confidence that I wanted. I’ve literally lost that when my mom died. She always encouraged me and hit me with positive vibes as I left for school. Or, for the day. They say the years you remember most. Are from three to twelve. Thank goodness!! I’ve had those years with her. Blah, Blah Blah. I find out this person is applying for a job. I didn’t know this person on a professional side. We were not even legal yet. However, in the streets we were. I gave this person a recommendation. Wtf? I’m putting myself on the line for someone I’ve just nodded to at the pier. I’ll admit, this person wasn’t the same person in the street. Anyway, someone gets hired.
I remember the entire first day. It was a tour of each department. I’ve simply grown attached to this person. Not in that sense… Get your mind out of the gutter. We were picking each other’s brain. I’ve learned this person’s entire story. I was mixed with all kinds of emotions. I was invited to hang out one night. I’ve met a few friends of this person. Everyone was extremely friendly. Like, really freaking welcoming. We ended up drinking and smoking the night away. We get to work the next day. I was tragically hungover but happy. We looked at each other and laughed hysterically. That’s all we did the entire shift. We had a holiday party that night. The things you can do when you’re 19. We partied every night. So, I don’t know what happened. I know.. I was trashed. It was snowing like crazy. It was really late that night. We head to the subway station. I remember grabbing this person. I went for it.. I didn’t know what to expect. Was I going to get slapped. I just shoved my tongue down this individual’s throat. It was an hour later. We’re still in the snow. Shoved in a phone booth, making out. Which lead to the train station and halfway home. I didn’t even care about the snow. We were really wasted. It led to an affair. People started questioning us. I was getting mad about it. At the same time, I couldn’t keep my hands off this person. Dammit!!
We’ve became quite the dynamic duo. I was extremely sheltered. This individual was the total opposite. It showed whenever I felt something was going to happen. “Oh no!! We can’t!! We’ll get in trouble. That’s not right!! Omg please!!” Yes! I was one of those. I get summoned to this person’s house. There’s a studio in the bedroom. A whole recording studio. Back then… it may have been protools and a few microphones. Okay!! Now you’re more doper than I thought. I would hear these raps, beats and songs. If you were a teen in the nineties. Especially, in New York City. You knew a rapper or an aspiring one. I would always suggest recording instead of going out. Everything that this person did. It always sounded great. If it didn’t I definitely made it known. I’ve always admired a hard worker. That is definitely one hard worker.
We didn’t expect what was next…..