Tiffany: “That’s cool.”Titus: “Hey, you smoke weed?”Tiffany: “No, I do not smoke weed. I don’t do stuĉ like
that.”Titus: “Oh . . . well, I do.”Tiffany: “How you smoking weed and working for the
airline? They drug test me.”Titus: “There’s ways to get around that.”ͳat exchange basically sums up Titus. Sneaky and
small-time.
• • •Anyway, we talked all the way to LA. I remember in that
mrst conversation, all the red nags were there. ͳe dude
lived with his mama, even though he was twenty-one and
had a job! I should have run, but I was twenty and dumb.
We exchanged numbers, and we started talking and stuĉ.
Just like friends or whatever. But basically, nothing was
happening at all. So one day, I just laid it out.
Tiffany: “Look, I’m kinda talking to somebody. If you’re
not trying to be, like, my man, ain’t really no reason
for us to even be hanging out or whatever.”