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to every morning.
    He bought me a white 2006 BMW. At first I was a little disappointed that it wasn’t a new BMW, until he explained to me that he couldn’t pay cash for a new car at any dealership without them reporting the transaction to the IRS. Even though he couldn’t do it, I still felt good knowing he had cash like that. It wasn’t shit for Lorenzo to hand me a thousand, sometimes two thousand dollars and say, “Why don’t you go buy yourself something nice?” or “You haven’t been to the spa lately. Why don’t you spend the day pampering yourself?” At first I thought it was just his way of getting rid of me for the day, and that used to bother me, but I came to grips with it. One, that was a lot of money to throw away just to get some stray pussy, and two, even if he was trying to get rid of me, did it matter?
    Lorenzo took me to Mexico for my birthday. When I got back I called Teena so I could tell her all about it. She said she was tired of smoking the weed that Chris had and was on her way to find some. I told her that I would ride with her. I sat patiently waiting for Teena to arrive, and two hours later when she finally did, she came with some fantastic story about what she and Chris were doing.
    “So, how you doin’, girl?” Teena asked as I got in the car. “I like that suit. Where’d you get it?”
    “I’m doing fine, and I got the suit off the rack at Neiman Marcus.”
    “So, tell me. How was Cancun ?” Teena asked.  
    “Girl, we had the best time, but I never wanna see another bottle of Jose Cuervo as long as I live. We stayed drunk the whole time we were there. We must have been on the alcoholics’ tour, ’cause it seemed like we woke up drinking. Everyplace we went they had shots of tequila. And then we had the nerve to go on a tequila cruise. So picture this: we’re already drunk, right, staggering onto the boat. I almost fell in the water twice.”
    “No you didn’t!” Teena laughed.
    “Yes, I did. We were dancing on deck when Lorenzo decides he wants to spin me around. I lost hold of his hand and went straight for the rail. Luckily, he caught me before I went over. So we’re standing there laughing about it, and me, like the drunken fool I am, spins around again. Bam! Right back to the rail. I sat my drunk ass down after that.”
    “I just bet you did,” Teena commented.
    The conversation, like any other conversation between me and Teena, was intense and all over the place. We jumped around from topic to topic while we rode around trying to find some weed. Finally the subject turned to men in general, and Chris in particular. “And when we got back, there was Chris waiting at the airport to take us home. Which reminds me . . .” I turned to her with a questioning gaze.
    “What?” she asked.
    “Teena.”  
    “What?”
    “Teena,” I repeated with more intensity.
    “What!”
    “What did you do to Chris?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “You know what I’m talking about, Teena. Don’t sit there looking innocent like you don’t know who Chris is.”
    “I ain’t doin’ nothing to that nigga. You know me, girl. Chris is just another nigga with money to me.”
    “You must have done something to him, ’cause you were all he wanted to talk about on the way from the airport. I know at first he really wasn’t feelin’ you, but now all he talks about is Teena. ‘Teena says this’ and ‘Teena likes that.’ I got so tired of hearing about you last night I had to throw Chris out.’’
    “Tired of hearing about me, huh? I’ll try not to take that personal.”
    I threw up my middle finger. “Anyway.”
    “What did he want to know about me?”
    “Whether you were crazy.”
    “I know you told him I was.”
    “Well, you are out there, Teena.”
    “Out there? Bitch, please ,” Teena said as her cell rang. It was another friend of ours named Shay. The three of us had known each other since junior high school. She got married and they had two kids, which was the