Only Oases IV

 ..."Man check this out? This stories all over the place for me. I'm lookin for a point Tye. That's all," I  said.

"Nigga! Don't cha see? Let me finish the story first? So, Mom's says subsequently, and I need you to have that back to me in about twenty minutes, so I can finish dinner! Shit! I go to a motha fucka's house I buy to sell from. "I need thirty dollas,?" I say to him.

"Youngblood! That's kind of light! You sure you don't need more?" The motha fucka says and asks.

Well all I really needed was a dollar-ninety-nine, but a motha fucka bust out all ova yo ass comin ta their home at seven-thirty in the evening for two fuckin dollas! But thirty? You must need ta bust yo head fo a minute. So, I get the thirty. 

Go to the store up the street. Get back home and hand out the pound of butter to my Mother. She cuts her eyes to the island in the kitchen. Four pounds of "Land ol'Lakes" pretty as you please stacked two by two. "Well the good thing about what I'm seeing is that it's in a bag. You gotta receipt for this Tye?" She states and asked. 

"Yes, Momma. But I don't understand?"

"You said you had a receipt? I need a receipt," she asked and stated.

I reached into my back pocket and pulled the crumbled receipt out. Ta this day I don't understand why I kept it. But after I have went over the story in my mind, and have told the story verbally. I start appreciating the events that subsequently happened. 

And I was a lucky motha fucka!...

(Peace! More to come...)