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but I longed for Houston, or at least for a particular resident of that city. I couldn’t wait, couldn’t wait until he got ahold of me. The time was right for a reunion of sorts.

Chapter 3
    Dre’
    â€œHey, man. I’ll be at the spot in fifteen,” I said to my lifelong best friend.
    â€œThat’s what I’m calling about,” Xavier said hesitantly.
    â€œDamn, here we go again. I know you aren’t canceling on me again,” I stated, with clear frustration in my tone. This would be the third time in two weeks.
    â€œDre’, man, I’m not going to be able to hang out tonight. Give me a rain check.”
    â€œYou are starting to sound like a recording. The same old bullshit every time we are supposed to hook up.”
    â€œI—I’m not into—”
    â€œSave it, save it, Xavier. I’m not asking much. I simply want my drinking buddy to swing by the bar, drink a few brews, and shoot the breeze. That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less.”
    â€œI know, man, but I’m not up to that tonight, not feeling it. I think I’m going to chill out at home and have an early night.”
    â€œAren’t you going stir-crazy up in that joint? You act like a damn recluse... . All you do is write and chill out at home. I can’t believe you came out of your cave for the Diary of a Stalker premiere.”
    â€œYou’re right.”
    â€œDamn, quit saying I’m right. There used to be a day when you would never admit to me being right. And listen to me. Got me sounding like I’m your bitch or something,” I laughed.
    We chuckled, and for a few minutes it was like the good old days, before a crazed stalker bitch lurked behind every bush, strapped with leather whips and a healthy dose of revenge heavy on her heart. There was a thin line between love and hate.
    â€œI promise I’ll swing by tomorrow, and we can shoot some hoops or play spades and throw something on the grill. There’s nothing that beats hot food and cold brews,” Xavier stated.
    â€œI’m holding you to that, my brotha. You haven’t had your ass beaten in some time, and I don’t want you to forget what it feels like.”
    â€œYou don’t know what it feels like, either, because I’ve never had my ass beaten by you, my brotha,” Xavier said and laughed.
    â€œYeah, whatever. You know the deal. Don’t front. Who is the best basketball player between us? We’ve had this debate going ever since we were nappy-headed boys growing up in those rat-infested projects we called home.”
    â€œAnd I’ve been telling you since the first day I whipped your sorry ass all over the courts in the Bedford projects that I was.”
    We both laughed at the trash talk we liked to dish out on one another.
    â€œSeriously, man. Check me out tomorrow. I realize you are settling back into living in Houston again after your extended stay in Los Angeles, where you guys were filming, but I miss you, man.”
    â€œAnd I miss you more, man,” he joked back.
    â€œI’ll holla at you tomorrow. Beer is on you.”
    â€œDeal. Later.”
    â€œHey, hey, Xavier,” I screamed before he disconnected.
    â€œHuh?”
    â€œYou know what you need, man?”
    â€œWhat? Because I’m sure you’re going to tell me even if I don’t want to know.”
    â€œGet you a piece of ass, and I promise you, you’ll feel ten times better by tomorrow.”
    â€œMan, you’re a fool.” He chuckled. “That was what got me in the mess I was in to begin with.”
    â€œThat was some crazy-ass pussy. Get some that’s sane.”
    â€œYou ain’t never lied.”
    â€œAin’t nothing like some new ass. It cures all. Some pussy a day keeps the doctor away.”
    â€œLater, man. You have lost your damn mind. Oh, I forgot. You ain’t never had one.”
    I disconnected my cell phone, still chuckling