I should have known that it would only be a matter of time before you decided to spread your wings and fly the coup...leaving me to fend for myself in this cruel world of manic depression and bipolar episodes.
I wish it were 1996 all over again and we were squandering inside of our infamous 2 bedroom 1.5 bath party spot of an apartment. Gone are the days where we'd sit on the floor of our barren abode talkin' about every Tom, Dick and Sarah that we were fuckin' and laughing about how we tricked this ,that and the other muhphucka into buying us shit or performing some laughable yet lewd sex act.
Gone are the days where we screamed out fuck the world while watching FALLING DOWN and wishing that we were in the role of Michael Douglas. Gone are the days where I'd run into the kitchen after watchin' Michael Jackson's "DONT STOP'TIL YOU GET ENOUGH" and emulating his every move, step for step.
Gone are the days where I told you about every heart break only to have you remind me or my unrequited love and affection for Carla. Gone are the days where we'd talk about those DAMN cousins of ours and how they get on every fiber of our last nerve yet we felt compelled to entertain them if only to make our lives appear that much better in comparison.
Gone are the days where we have to actually complain about out respective baby parents. No more complaining about those khaki, baby shit colored muhphuckas any more.
Gone is the one person who put my world on her shoulders and used her Bank Of America bonus money to put a roof over my head when I had no where else to go. Gone are the days where you, Tawana and I would hop in Bertha (Buick) on what seemed like long days trip to North Georgia Malls. Gone are they days where we'd ride down Camp Creek in that same run down Buick and laugh about the time, my dad put that mustang hubcap on it and we stopped at the red light on Herschel Road, only to see said hubcap roll down the street past us.
Gone are the days before I had throat surgery and you were the only one who never said anything negative about my voice. Gone are the days when I was living with a girl and you took off work from the "shop" to take me to the dentist and then drove me to another specialist because the first one couldn't get the whole tooth out.
Gone are the days when I was a mere freshman in college and your were gonna choke that broad out that I had got prego, because she was playing with my heart. Remember when she tried to stab me with that broken plate and I ended up having to choke her out in self defense?
Gone are the days when I was broke and had to drive up to Diva Styles and borrow $3 from you so i could put gas in the car to get myself to work and school and get you home from work.
Gone are the days where we would sit around smokin' cigarillos even though neither one of us even smoked. (how silly was that?) I think that box of cigs lasted us two months. LOL
Gone are the days where we'd have $15 dollars between us and just ball the fuck out (I wish i was able to do that now). Remember when I had the Acura, Jimmy had the Benz, and Tawana had the BMW and all of our neighbors thought we were either in the music business or low end drug dealers? Ironic how we're now broke and you're in the music business.
Gone is out past.
Xina,
We had a great ride...This isn't the end but rather just a new beginning. Hopefully things will happen to turn both of our lives around for the better. Be safe in all your travels and as usual I have your back.
Love always,
your brother,
Rob'ert A. Williams (known to the rest of the world as kae)
P.S. Here's a gift for you
4 years ago
