The California Saga by Chunichi

here, nigga, so put the brakes on.”
    â€œI ain’t worryin’ about her, man,” I said, quickly glancing around the bar. It didn’t take long for me to spot her. She sat at a booth on the other side of the place with her partner in crime, Monica, and a couple of their ghetto-fabulous girlfriends. I contemplated on whether or not I should just blow the joint. Knowing her ghetto ass, at first sight of me, she would want to make a scene, and I wasn’t the one for drama. Still, I wasn’t going to be intimidated by her, nor was I going to let her keep me from getting my drink on.
    I grabbed a stool and sat in the corner, out of their sight. The cute waitress with a phat ass wasted no time coming my way. “What can I get for you, Touch?”
    I imagined bending her over and pounding that ass from the back. “A back shot,” I said.
    â€œWhatever, nigga! I’ll be right back with your Grey Goose on the rocks,” she said then walked off, her booty bouncing each step of the way.
    For some reason I felt like she put an extra bounce in there just for me. She knew I would be looking as soon as she walked off. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I took a few pulls. Damn, I thought to myself, I even have to take a smoke to mentally fuck this bitch. That shit is crazy.
    When the waitress came back with my drink, I told her, “Thank you, baby. I got you,” letting her know I’d take care of my tab at the end of the night.
    â€œDon’t be trying to run out on me,” she said playfully. “You know I’m supposed to hold your credit card.”
    â€œCome on, sweetheart.”
    It was a damn shame that I’d been going to that lounge nearly six months and this same waitress had always been there, but I didn’t know her name. Me and the niggas always referred to her as the cute waitress with the phat ass.
    â€œHow you gon’ play me like that? What’s your name, ma?”
    â€œDiana,” she said, looking straight in my eyes.
    â€œOkay, Diana, you win. I’ll pay for my drinks as we go.” I pulled out a twenty to pay for my drink.
    â€œThat’s okay,” she said, finally seeing shit my way. She pushed my hand away. “I’ll see you at the end of the night.”
    Like with every first drink, I threw that shit down my throat in just a couple of swallows, and as soon as my empty glass hit the table, Diana was there.
    â€œReady for another one?”
    â€œYeah. Make this one a double shot,” I requested.
    â€œA’ight. I’ll be right back.”
    Calico came over and grabbed a seat next to me. “You good, nigga?”
    â€œYeah, I’m straight.”
    â€œGotdamn, nigga, you gon’ make your baby momma force you to stay in the gotdamn corner all night?”
    â€œHell nah. She ain’t forcing me to stay nowhere. I’m chilling, nigga. After a few drinks I’m out anyway.”
    â€œSo how shit looking?” Calico wanted to know how quickly the coke he’d given me the day before was moving.
    I told him, “Shit right, nigga. Cats loving this white girl. She different from the last one you gave me.”
    â€œA’ight. So when we talking?” Calico asked, referring to the one hundred fifty grand I owed him.
    â€œIn a few days I should be straight.”
    â€œHere you go,” Diana said, interrupting our conversation. She winked an eye at Calico.
    I noticed the double shot of Grey Goose on the rocks plus two shot glasses filled with liquor. “What’s this?” I asked.
    â€œPatrón. Let’s take a shot together. It’s on me.”
    I tried declining the drink the best way I knew how. “I don’t do Patrón, ma.”
    Calico shook his head from side to side. “Man, go ahead and take the shot, nigga.”
    I thought back to the last time I had Patrón. I woke up on the steps of my mom’s front porch, and my car was parked in