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Another Lost Cause I never realized how much I cared for my mans best friend, Richard, till right now. I hate when I am alone and I start analyzing shit, reliving the past, and then realizing some loved ones have no future. Richard spent most his teen years in the california youth authority, a prison for crazy ass youngsters not old enough to be in adult prisons. He robbed and did shit to surrvive in his mind. His mother was a meth addict who had no idea who his father was, or his sisters. When he got out of the CYA he was on swoll, he caught the eye of a tiny 4ft9 girl named Jessica. Rob and I met Rich and Jess when we moved to Sylvan Meadows drive in Modesto. We had moved back in with my mom. Funny how we only lived on the good side of town when we lived with my mom. At first I mistook Jessias curious glances at me as her sizing me up. She was a pretty lil thick girl with long black hair, and a mean lookin face. I always walked past her and we met eyes, we never spoke tho. One day my man Rob was outside talkin to some homies when Richard and him happened to meet. Rich was a wood, for those of you who dont know, Woods are not white priders. Some woods cross the racial lines in county jail and chill with the Nortenos. But in prison, that didnt fly. They smoked a J together and the rest is history. Jess and I finally met. We all kicked it alot. She had an attitude but was not the type to throw down. But it was cute cuz I rubbed off on her a little bit. Once I got her riled up cuz this neighbor chick disrespected her house. I got verbal with the broad, but asked for Jessicas permission to fight her, since it was a gathering at her house, she told me to please not fight her. But the next day when that hoe was suppossed to be coming around, Jess had threw her hair back into a tight knott and had her strongest shoes on, ready to fight. But the hoe never came. I laughed as her man teased her that she was trying to be gangster. Richard was young Bruce Willis look alike. We always teased him about it, but he liked it. I remember his crazy highs and lows. At some times doing some shit youd catch Jim Carrey doing on one of his movies. Once me and my man were sittin in the car talking, and Rich was using a blower to get leaves off his driveway. I look over across the street and this little chinese couple is laughing their asses off, looking our way. I glance at Rich and this big tough lookin wood is holding the blower up to his pelvis, like its his dick, and hes bucking all over jumping around like it was out of control. Rob and I laughed for what seemed like 20 minutes, till our bellys hurt. I never seen such a serious lookin foo act so dumb. Other times he would bust flows, crazy shit bout rippin peoples arms off and beating them with it. About commisary lines in jail, just funny ass shit. Once we went to Burger King where he flirted with this hideous girl just to be funny, then he stuck on a BK kids crown hat. He sat down at an abandoned table and began eating some left over fries, I couldnt bare to look at him cuz the shit was so funny. When we got into my mans pimped out regal, he sat in the back, with his crown on, bobbing his head and playfully mad dogging people who drove by in their cars, lookin like a burger king gangster. The other side of him was grim. I once walked up to his screen door to hear my man from the garage say "dont go in there Dana, Richards trippin." I looked through the tinted screen door to see Rich sittin on the couch, in the dark, with a double barrel shot gun. Rob and I had some rocky times, he got kicked out of my moms house, and he lived with Richard. They became closer than any brothers I had ever seen. Considerate to each other in that weird cell mate kinda way. Once Rob broke down over a short breakup we had, and Richard teared up, telling Rob he couldnt stand to see his brother hurting. I love Richard for loving my man, he had never had a friend like Rich. And I respected their relationship, and at times, tried not to be jealous. Last time Rich came to my house, I caught him railing lines in my sons room, (my son was not home at the time) I found out through Rob that he had been using meth at a crazy rate, and Jess and him were going down that tweeker road. He began abusing Jess, choking her, only talking to her to tell her to spread her legs, she got tired of it, they had a year old baby and Jess got off drugs and moved out. Richard, once handsome and fun to be with, was now a sucked up, frail looking site. It hurts to look at him. I fuckin hate crank. Dana |