STORIES 4RM DA HOOD
Chapter 2: Dig

    I looked thu my whole life, tryna figure out who it coulda been. I done messed with a lot a gurlz in my past but I aint think I got none pregnant. Some lady had called me a few weeks ago talking bout some, there’s dis lady who tank she my baby mama. At first, I waz all in denial. My wife, Candy, said I should be a man and go n take the DNA test. I aint want to. I mean, I had a reputation that I didn’t want to mess up. A good reputation. In a good neighborhood. I had a habit of messin up. I didn’t want to have messed up dis time.
    The day I told my son, Danny, that the girl waz mine. I thought hiz 14-year-old ass waz fenna break down and cry lika bitch. I put out my hands. I want to hold im. He just got up and left da room. What could I do? I fucked up when I waz in da hood. Most everybody dur did. It waz da way we lived.
    When Diguanay, my daughter arrived, I thought I waz fenna cry like a lil bitch. I suddenly felt guilty. How da frak I let my own flesh and blood deal in da projects livin hard, while I waz sippin vodka like some white bastard? I knew dat gurl waz mine thu. Every thang about her waz me. She reflected me. I felt like I had known her all my life. She had dem my color eyes and dose long eyebrows dat curled back. She even had my signature big lips. Women loved me fo dat and da way her social worker explained it, niggaz waz sweatin her fo her lips to. Her eyes were full of pain. Some scars I knew I caused. I felt like I waz gonna shoot myself. But one thing on her waz different. Her caramel skin, dat her mother had, was flawless. Hood gurlz aint have skin like dat. She must have defended herself damn well. But she did have a scar on her neck. I reached out my hand to shake hers. She held back and told me: this is my story.
My name is Diguanay Wilkens aka Dig. I was born in da projects of Vegas. Me and my mama had to stay on da left sida town cause my mama waz half Hispanic. We had to stay with the eses. But dey waz cool. Never disrespected me or my Mama. At the time, my mama waz messing with that Crypt bitch ,Conley. I waz only 5.
    Befo I knew anything, the estas kicked us out. One of dey Bloodz got killed in a gang battle by one of the Crypts bitch. Since my mama had fucked Conley, she waz one of em. We then lived in a slether until I waz 10. the weirdest thang that happened to me wen I waz 10 waz dat I strangled this crackhead in da allies at night cuz he waz disrespecting my body. He didn’t go to da police. Why would he. He waz a crackhead. In a while, I started needing money. I only knew one way to get money. Hustling.
The first day, I got 5 stacks on deck. All 5z nigga! I had made good use of my mouth. All dem hoez waz in school learnin and talking, wasting dat poop. I waz making money with my body part. But dat all stopped real soon. My mama got convicted. I’on know wat she wnt and did, but in da hood, dey arrest ya fo jus bein dur.
    I waz 11 when I waz sent to a group home. That place waz stank. I wanted out. I got adopted by dis really godly family a few year lata. Always preachin bout some I needa accept god in m life and like dat. I stayed with fo a coupla years til I started needin money again. I started stealin dey stuff and sellin it fo mo money.
    One day, Lauren, caught me and told her husband. I waz back in the group home. I aint need dey fake Christian poop. Then on my 15th birthday, I visited my Mama in jail. That’s when she told me bout you, my father. She said sum hoes up in dur tol her dat you waz livin big naH! You waz straight up ballin! My mama gave my social worker da info and a year na month later, here you are n here I am.

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Her story waz ova. “I sorry” waz all I could say. “Why?! Why yo son here livin da good life wit no problems while I waz livin hard in da hood?!”
After all of the things I had doon for her, Dig still ended up stealin from me. She had to leave. She waz sendin her mama my info so she could get money. I’m just glad I got out befo I would have a story just like Dig’s.

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Or even worse….

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    THAT'S HOW IT GOES. THAT'S WHAT LIFE IS LIKE LIVING THERE. I DON'T LIVE THERE BUT I DO LIVE AROUND THE HOOD. I GOT FAMILY THERE AND THAT'S HOW THEY LIVE. I LIVE IN THE SURBURBS SO IT'S NOT SO BAD. BUT SOMETIMES I GOT WALK AROUND WITH A RAZOR JUST IN CASE SOME BASTARD STEP UP AT ME WRONG.
    PLZ TELL OTHERS BOUT THIS. IT'S MY FIRST FIC IN A LONG TIME.
JUST TO MAKE IS CLEAR ALL THE STORIES 4RM DA HOOD ARE FICTION, BUT COULD EASILY BE REAL. DON'T GET TO COMFORTABLE WHERE YOU AT, CAUSE THAT COULD BE YOU REAL QUICK.
    IF YOU LIKE THE STORIES, I'LL UPLOAD MORE. PEACE AND LOVE. -FLUF