Damn....didnt expect to see that face when I opened this thread
about my lil homie Derek
I worked in a gambling spot for about 5 years, Derek was a security guard during the last year
we had a choice of which security guard we preferred on shift...Derek was a cool nikka so I picked him
dude was working multiple jobs and loved his son, his son was his life
I would get off work and various gamblers would come see me for ....products
Derek would come thru just to chill and sit in the same chair each time
from what he told me ...dude didn't care that his BM didn't want him anymore
dude had bytches, they loved him...it was the connection with his son that he didn't want fukked up
sometimes he would come thru and just sit there... quietly thinking hard
I would go ...get out of there bruh...its gonna be alright
he would eventually smile and say play that blend for me bruh
then you would see him start to recover himself like "yea Imma call this lil shorty n see if she tryna chill tonight"
one day he didn't come thru...I ended up going to work and noticed how people was looking at me
I called his phone...no answer
I called another security guard he asked me had I watched the news ?
I told him I got high and slept all day....what happened ?
he told me I thought it was a joke and I went and turned to the evening news...
I saw my calm level headed homie aiming at the police begging them to kill him
those faces he would make when sitting at my spot thinking about his situation stuck in my mind
the face he made when on the news was that x 100
I went home after my shift and saw his jacket sitting on the back of the chair he used to sit in
I thought about how he was tryna make it, tryna be a good father he had just got an apartment and had
plans on his lil man coming to stay with him, and making plans for taking trips for just them...
all that was gone....I remembered him telling me to play that blend ...I played it for him
nikkas miss you Derek the Mortician ...
rest easy bro