I looked at him. I was behind him in the grocery line to be the next to check out. He looked back cause I would only think he felt someone was looking at him...me. He looked at me briefly, turned back to the cashier, then looked back, then recognition.
"Damn Juan. I thought you forgot ah brohah and shit."
"Ain't nothin like that and shit. But you know how thah years pass you see ah muh fuckah from back in thah day and you know thah muh fuckah know who you are, but thah muh fuckah just looks off and shit and keeps it movin. So I didn't know whether you wanted to be recognized or not, you know."
"Most definitely. Been through it myself. CaUSe I was like if he don't turn around again, ah brothah don't want tah be bothered."
"Exactly," puttin his right hand over his mouth but I could still tell he was smiling. Then I remembered back in high school, Juan kind of had disfigured teeth. He would talk but you could barely make out his teeth because I would surmise now, he was cognizant of those malformed teeth. And back in thah day with our broke asses, malformed teeth weren't caUSe for an emergency and definitely not worth worryin about a dental bill. All of our families were broke. Which meant, if you can still walk, talk, see, hear, breath and chew?! You all right...
(Peace! More to come...)
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