Red Eyes from the Pure White Hennessy by A.Dakala

Its two o’clock in the morning and I’m still up, sitting in my recliner flipping through channels; like a nervous criminal needing a cigarette. Wondering

Yesterday I lost my job; and came home to tell my fiancee but she wasn’t home. As I was walking to the kitchen to grab a beer out of refrigerator; I could hear the vibration of a cellphone buzzing repeatedly. As I get closer to the laundry room I realized as I slide open the door, Melody had left her pocket book sitting on top of the dryer. I reach in and grabbed it, and all of your text messages displayed. The one that should out the most was from someone name Mitch.

“Babe I think the card you gave me fell between the headboard and mattress when you had my toes curling; I’ve never came so hard”!

I believe my eyeballs and my brain both was trying to figure out who was running out of my body first as my temper temperature went zero to sixty in one second flat. I pulled the mattress off of the bed, there the card laid. As I open it, I could tell she sprayed her favorite Chanel number 5 perfume that I bought her ass all on the card. Inside was a two dollar visa gift card and a photo of her in a bikini. I took every picture I could of the card and place it back in the same position minus the gift card. I’m spending that shit on me, hell probably my money anyway. As I was walking out the room I had a change of heart, fuck that, I’m taking this shit with me; so I folded the card and put it in my pocket.

I forwarded the texts to my cell phone immediately. I felt like calling up O.J to get his advice on handling the matter but I didn’t know him. W.W.T.D.D I kept saying to myself; what would the devil do. I put the cellphone back in her purse, ran to the front door and got in my car. I was praying I didn’t pass her as I was leaving out of the neighborhood. Once I made it a few blocks over, I called her cellphone as if it was just another random day. I even left a text message asking where was she at. I didn’t want to be spotted riding in circles so i drove over to Bankhead to see if my homeboy Nutty was sitting out on his porch. I figured he would be; as usual playing biz wiz with his seventy year old use to hustle crew. Not sure why their asses were playing for butter scrotch candy none of them had teeth. Hell I didn’t get one step up on the porch until Nutty said; “oh shit, she done broke the niggas heart, talk to me young buck what’s happening”. Yes I was embarrassed as the rest of his teethless grandpa’s about pissed in their clothes laughing. Nutty got up from the dirty record crate and motion me to come inside with him.

I explained to him the situation and all he could do was offer advice. Be a man about the situation, talk it over without being so angry but don’t be nobody’s whimp. Then he went into his top chest drawer and got out his pistol and handed me 8 bullets. I looked up at him and he nodded and walked back outside.

As I was standing there killing time, Melody called an hour pass the to she normally calls. It took so much out of me not to strangle the broad through the fiber optic phone lines; only if I could reach her ass. I told her I would be home shortly that needed to tell her about my day. “Yes I need to tell you about my work day too” she said.

On my way home I couldn’t help but think about her cheating on me, as good as I have been to her. Reading the card over and over I memorize every word, replaying what I thought took place in my head. Imagining the woman I’m about to marry performing oral sex on some random dude. Mentally we have already gotten a divorced. I open my glove compartment and took the pint size bottle of pure white Hennessy and gluzzled it all in twenty seconds. Looked in the rear view mirror and brushed my hair. Put two drops of Bausch and Lomb eye drops in my red eyes to cover up my evil look.

I pulled the card from my pocket and put the address in my GPS. I wasn’t going to just show up on his door steps but I wanted to observe who was capable of fucking up my household and relationship. I wasn’t going to shake his hand or tell him the best man win. I was taught as a youngster that you must first study your prey before you kill it!