That stupid ass fight happened a week ago, and it's my first week on house arrest. I didn't get another assault case on my head which I'm glad, and I didn't lose my job either. I work there with my best friend, Miles so he's doing extra hours if I can't make it. Did I mention I work at a 7 eleven? Shits boring as a motherfucker.

Miles is a weird ass nigga, I met him in jail about 2 years ago. He got red braids with beads at the end and shit and it's low key fire, but at the same time it's ugly as hell. It looks like hot cheeto dust spilled all over his head. Or those troll dolls. He took them out one time and sent me a picture and I dead ass have never been so close to blocking someone.

This dude goofy as a motherfucker, and he ain't got no shame for himself. He stands the fuck out for obvious ass reasons. He's my best friend though, and he's had my back for a long while. He had my back when I dropped out of high school after my mom kicked me out the house for being gay. Tragic ass time. I made a couple friends and was actually happy but it was all too good to be true. I don't even remember those niggas anymore though, that was 10 years ago. Wonder how they're doing. Prolly actually living they best life while I'm here on house arrest.

I woke up from a fat ass nap today. I beat my dick so hard it made me tired. My arms swole as hell, and that's the only work out I can get because I can't go to the fucking gym or ThEy'Ll TrAcK Me DoWn AnD ArEsSt Me. Like I give a fuck.

I decided I should make food because I have work later and I'm deciding if I should go or not. I should because I'm running out of milk for cereal and I need to run a couple errands and do chores.

I look into my freezer and see a bunch of uncooked meat and vegetables and fruits that I definitely don't remover buying..but they're here. "It's healthy Jahseh time." I say to myself taking out the vegetables and meat.

I preheat the stove and put the meat in the sink to let it thaw and start chopping vegetables. I was playing music when the music dimmed and my ringtone started playing. Someone was calling me; it was Miles. I pick up: "What's up."

"Yo Jah, you coming in later?" Miles asks. "Yeah I am.. what about you?"

"Nigga of course I'm coming in later. I'm a broke bitch and I need some new money." He says. I chuckle, finishing chopping the vegetables and putting them in a pot then on the stove. "Ight. What you doing right now?" I asked. This man is always doing some weird shit, and always got a dumbass explanation. "You know how like, the power lines outside have electricity in it?" He asks me. I'm already asking 'what the hell is wrong with you Miles?' in my head. Wherever he's going with this, he's going the wrong way.

"Yes, nigga."

"Cool, well, you know how metal CONDUCTS electricity?"

"Yes, I do. Why are you asking me this?"

"Look.." He says pausing. I hear rustling in the back and I get curious.

"I'm on a tree right now and I have my broom. My brooms metal and I wanna see if I touch my broom with the electric power line, if my hair will stand up like in the movies."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Nigga those are the MOVIES. That doesn't fuckin happen. What DOES happen though is death. Get the hell out of the tree, Miles." I say laughing a little bit.

"Nah I gotta finish my experiment. I see this nigger ass crows be standing on this shit, and they don't get shocked, why can't I?"

"BECAUSE. THEYRE BIRDS! AND BECAUSE THATS STUPID FOR YOU TO TOUCH A POWER LINE!" I yell into the phone.

"Where are you at? I'm coming there." I say turning off my stove. "I forgot to say, I'm in the parking lot near your house. I'm in that big ass tree near the road."

"You been in front of my house the whole ti- Miles, don't make me come over there. Nigga, get out of the tree." "Don't knock it til you try it, Jah." I put on some slippers and sweats and a hoodie and go outside, I look outside and I can already see Miles on the tree.

"What the hell is wrong with this dude.."

"Y'all all always over here." I say to Omar, Jared, Gazzy and Symere who actually fucking came to hang out today. "It's relaxing here.. and you have weed." Omar says scratching his head. "So you gon smoke all my weed and dip." "I'm sorry Stoke, but you always got weed. And we ain't always got weed." Jared says. I roll my eyes and lay back on the couch. "I don't smoke the devils lettuce." Gazzy says, sounding like a little child. "Can you even spell lettuce?" Symere says. He thinks for a second; "L..E..T..I..S.." After he spells that we all look over at him in complete silence, not being able to comprehend what he just did. "What? Isn't that how you spell it?" He says looking around at us. "Look, Gaz, we love you man, but you one dumbass motherfucka man." Symere says laughing, causing all of us to fall into a laughing fit. "How the hell did you graduate with us." Omar says, still laughing. "Fuck y'all. I made though." Gazzy says crossing his arms. "You forgot your brain, nigga." Symere says, wiping the tears from his eyes from laughing so hard. "Y'all hear that?" Jared says getting up, we all go silent to see what this nigga is always hearing. "I don't hear shit." Gazzy says. "Listen then.." Jared says. We sat and listened for a few seconds, and that's when we heard yelling and loud rustling outside. "What is that?" I ask. "Probably that nigga, Jamil again." Omar says. Gazzy looked at him confused, "You talking about that nigga we stopped from beating up that dude, his names not Jamil. It was Jericho." Gazzy says. "No it wasn't, it was like James or something." Jared says. "Look i don't know who y'all talking about, but his name was probably Jahmir." They we're talking about the new neighbor, Jahseh. His name has a nice ring to it, I've never heard a name like his before. It was nice, which made me remember it better. Oh and..because he's my neighbor I have to remember it. "Jahseh?" I say finally and they all look at me. "Yeah, yeah that was his name." Omar says. "Shut up, beaner, you said JaHmIl." Gazzy says mocking him. "You fucking said Jericho, which is nothing near Jahseh." Omar argues back.

We go outside to see what all the yelling was about, just in case we have to stop a fight again, Jared trailing behind, phone in hand as usual.

We saw Jahseh of course, but he wasn't fighting. He was standing in front of that big stupid ass tree they need to cut down. I never get a good view out of my bedroom window. But anyway, we see Jahseh yelling at someone who's in the tree. As far as I saw, it was a tall black dude with red hair. It looked like dreads but it could be braids, he has a green broom in his hand and it looks like he's swinging it at he power line over the street.

"What the hell is this nigga doing?" I say. "Well let's not stand here, let's go see." Jared saying going down the stairs.

"MILES GET OUT OF THE TREE! IM NOT TRYING TO GIVE THAT EULOGY AT YOUR FUNERAL!" I yelled, chuckling a little bit.

We stand here today, to honor Miles Parks McCollum. He was a very interesting man, with interesting hair and very interesting..interests. Uh.. the way that Miles had to go was for me, and doctors, and everyone else.. indeed SHOCKING.

"Hey is everything alright?" I hear a voice behind me. It was the neighbor that stopped me killing Shayaa last week, the darkskin with face tatts and a different durag everyday. He's fine as hell, not gonna lie, and his lil gang trailing behind him. "No. I'm trying to get this dumbass out of the tree." I say. "Miles get out of the tree, now!" I yell up to him. "Fine! I'm coming down." He tries to step down and literally almost slips off. We all gasp and jump. "Yeah, I'm not getting down from this bitch." Miles says, tossing the broom down. "I need help, Jah." He adds.

"No, uh. That sounds like a you problem, man. Look, I'll catch you at work later." "YOU NEED TO CATCH ME NOW." Miles yells, as he struggles. "You're going to break me, bitch. I'm not catching you. You should've thought before climbing up there." I say laughing.

"I think we should call the police!" The pink and blonde dread head says. "Yeah, do that." I say.

-1 hour later, shift over, going home-

"You've caused me enough trouble for today, Miles." I say walking to my car and Miles coming behind me. "Bruh, come on. It's 10 pm and I'm trying to bust moves! Fuck bitches!" He says. People always forget I'm gay. I don't act like I'm gay, however gay is supposed to be represented. Let's just say at first glance you'd think I fuck bitches left and right, and your never think I'm fucking bottom. Hahaha, the look on girl's faces when I turn them down at clubs and the way they beg makes we feel weird. Women are beautiful don't get me wrong, but I just find an interest in men more intriguing.

Flashback:

You're cute, can I have your number?

I would totally accept, Stacy, but I like dick.

My names Laila, and YOU CAN'T BE GAY. YOU WERE LOOKING AT ME ALL NIGHT.

You were wearing a green turtle neck, orange shorts and flip flops. Who WASN'T staring, love. You were also snorting crushed up viagra pills. I don't know who you think I am, but I'm not your dealer, Demi Lovato.

It's Laila! And I know you're lying! You want the 🐱. And I'm going to give it to you.

I'm a dog person, Sherie. Good night.

Flashback over:

"I'm gay, remember?" I say looking at Miles, who can be really slow sometimes. "Fuck I forgot. Ha! We're finna get you some dick then." I roll my eyes and smirk. "I'm on house arrest, man. I can't go anywhere other than places to my convenience. Like work and shit like that." I say unlocking the car.

Miles comes over to me with something sharp, at first I thought he was going to stab me or something but he gets down to his knees and cuts the ankle monitor off my leg. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I say. Shaking him off of me, the bracelet on the ground. He gets up smiling. "I'm not going out on my own, tonight. You're gonna get some and I'm gonna get some." He says going over to the other side of my car and getting in. "First you get stuck in a tree trying to kill yourself for some experiment, now you cut my ankle bracelet. Today is going great." I say to myself and get into the car, picking up the monitor so if it still is tracking, I can at least trick the cops for now.

"Aye we about to get lit as hell for real, deadass Jah, you bout to have the time of your life." Miles says excitedly. "Where are we going?" I say pulling out the lot. "I know this guy who's throwing this big ass party. It's prolly gon be shut down but it's gonna be fun." I groan. It might get shit down by police and there is going to a lot of shit going on, I'm trying to avoid police but Miles is just fucking it up. But mama raise a soldier, not a bitch so I'm going to go and get lit, I haven't in a while and I'm getting old as hell.

"Let's go it." I say sighing.