A Moment with Chase

Chase

2/3/13 Blog Entry

It's been seven months since my baby, Racqui, graduated and moved from Decatur.  She didn't want to leave me but neither of us were prepared to be on our own or to live together.  But I don't think either of us were prepared for the emptiness we would feel once she was 4 1/2 hours away.  I'm use to having her two blocks over or 15 minutes across town. At least then I could figure out a way to get to her when I wanted to see her.  It's been times that I've rode a bike or caught rides from my homeboys just to see her smile. One time, I even talked my homie Lloyd into riding with me on a bike, in the middle of a thunder storm, with trash bags over our heads. It didn't take much to convince him though because he was trying to holla at both of her cousins at the time.  He was on the handle bars and I was pedaling his big ass across Water St over to Stuart. That was some funny shit.  My dude is wild.  I think that's why we click.  Neither one of us is afraid to take chances.  I recall another time I wanted to see Racqui really bad.  I was staying at my sister's house by McArthur and Raqui was about 15 miles across town at her aunt's house. Her aunt was at work until 3am and her grandmother had already did her daily visit to make sure Racqui, Nattie, and Tricie had ate and did their homework. I couldn't get my sister to drive me, none of my homeboy's with cars were answering the phone, and it was like 20 degrees outside. I was not in the mood to walk. Then suddenly I get this bright idea to ride the bike. Yes, again!! I made it there fine even though it took me 45 minutes of fighting icy roads and bone-cutting wind. Once I thawed out, Racqui and I layed in front of the floor model cassette/record player combo listening to the "My Life" album by Mary J. Blige and Intro's self titled album while we talked for a couple of hours. I spent a little time joking and talking to Nattie and Tricie. We kicked it until about 11:30pm, we kissed, and I headed home.  I made it about 5 miles from Racqui's house when I hit an ice patch and slide side-ways on my ass from one side of the street to the other. Talk about pissed. I had just bought this grey Polo sweat suit and these fresh ass blue and grey AirMaxx 95's earlier today and I bust my ass on a patch of dirty snow. Son of a bitch! I was hot. So hot, I took that damn bike and threw it behind the Domino's and walked the rest of the way home cursing to my damn self. I made it home about 1am damn there frozen to death. I called Racqui to tell her what happened and she laughed for about 10 minutes. I didn't mind. I love hearing her laugh. I remember another time I went to her job to see her. She worked at the McDonald's on Eldorado in the drive thru. When she worked on the weekends she wouldn't get off until 12 midnight. I couldn't wait that long. So what do I do? I go through the drive-thru and place an order just to make sure she's at the window so I don't waste a trip to the inside. Of course she recognized my voice but I think she expected me to be in a car. She was too tickled when she saw me roll my happy ass through the drive thru on my bike. As you can see, that was my mode of transportation before I got my box Chevy. Racqui didn't care that I didn't have a car and I didn't care what I had to do to see her. That's my baby. I fell in love with her the first day I saw her walking through the mall with her two cousins. I had never seen anyone so beautiful in my life. She was slim, with mocha brown skin, long pretty hair, beautiful light brown eyes, a cute little nose and she was dressed cute in her little cut-off jean shorts, an orange fitted t-shirt that read "I'm Spoiled!" in navy blue writing, and some navy blue sandals to match. Baby girl looked hot and innocent at the same time. I had to see what was up. So my first instinct was to whistle. I saw her glance over at me and my homeboys and noticed her and the two chicks she was with were giggling but they pushed right past us like they didn't see us. That wasn't normal for a Decatur female. I didn't know how to take that shit. All the females wanted Chase. And the ones that knew they couldn't get next to me hollered at my homeboys just to say we were affiliated. So a female dissing my acknowledgement of her in a public place was both baffling and irritating. I had never seen this girl before and everything about her, including the diss, let me know she was someone I needed to know more about. I had to find out who she was before she left the mall, that's all I knew.  Turns out she was the cousin of one of my classmates at McArthur so I was able to get the digits and the rest is history. She's been my baby for 1 year and 5 months. My first official girlfriend.

When I look back over the last year and a half, I realize how much I really and truly love this girl. She's held me down through some crazy shit. Right after she moved here to go to school I got caught up in a robbery case and had to do a 60 day stint in the county. The fucked up part is I didn't even do the robbery. Someone lied and gave the police my name based on the description of being 5'9", wearing all black, and size 10 1/2 pair of the new Black and Red Jordan releases. They were only able to charge me bc the shoe size matched. But I kept telling the sorry ass detective it wasn't me. Finally DNA testing proved that I was telling the truth. Hell, I wasn't a robber, I'm was a hustler! I'm still a hustler. I've been hustling since I was 13 to help my moms out around the house. Racqui knew that I was a hustler. She knew I was innocent on that robbery shit too. And she held me down throughout the whole ordeal. Yeah, it was only 60 days but she could have easily decided it wasn't worth the wait and started kicking it with one of these lame ass niggas. But she didn't… she remained loyal. Then another time I was hustling on the corner  near Division St in the hood and three punk ass niggas in all black with ski masks jumped me, robbed me, and stole my gold fronts. They knew they couldn't handle me head up so they snuck upon me on my way home. To this day, I think my nigga Lloyd set that shit up. That's why we don't rock like we use to. But my baby Racqui was right there at the hospital and she came to see me at the crib every day until I got better. The best part is I'm not the only one who loves her. All my sisters, brothers, nieces, nephews, cousins, and most importantly my mom love Racqui. The first day she came over they all showed up to see who this girl was I was so excited about. And just like me, they fell in love at first site. I think the thing that's most impressive about Racqui for me is that she's still a virgin. All these tricks around here been fucking since they were 12 and 13. Half of Decatur has ran through them… probably two times. But this one right here is all mines and I'm proud to say that. It's hard as hell though because I want to make love to her so bad. I just want to be sure that it's done right. She said she wouldn't give it up until she found the perfect guy and that it had to be special, not random. I want to make sure that she's comfortable and truly ready before I take her virginity. She keeps pressing me though because are her hot ass cousins are fucking already. We agreed that we would wait until she was 18 since that's when her mother lost her virginity. My baby turned 18 last month and she reminds me every chance she gets.  I keep telling her to wait but I can tell she's starting to get insecure about my loyalty to her. She asked the other day if she could trust me. She's never asked me that before so I figured I needed to come up with a plan. I hit my sister Tae up, gave her the scoop, and ask what should I do. She asked me if I really loved Racqui and I told her, "Without a doubt". She asked me where did I see my relationship with Racqui in five years. I replied, "Married!" without hesitation. She told me marriage was a serious commitment at 18 years old but if I was serious about it she would help me. So I've been hustling for the past three weeks to get my money all the way right. My deadline is Valentines Day. I have a nice surprise planned for Racqui when she comes to visit me next week. I can't wait to see the look on her face.