Titus: “What? We ain’t even kissed or nothing!”Tiffany: “Yeah, but I’m just saying. If you’re trying to
be my man, then you need to let me know, because I
kinda like somebody.”And so then, he stepped it up a notch and took me on
dates, and we started making out and shit. He introduced
me to his mom, his sisters, the granny, everybody. I liked
everybody, and they liked me. I introduced him to my
siblings.
So we started being serious and being together all the
time. We eventually got our work schedules matched up, so
we’d be at work at the same time. ͳen we’d leave, we’d go
places, and we basically did everything together.
He’d always be everywhere I went. He was around me so
much, my cousins starting calling him “Tag-along.” Other
than that nickname, there ain’t even anything funny or
interesting to write about the mrst eight months of our
relationship. It was a normal, early twenties relationship.
But then he met a pimp, and everything changed.
I can’t remember his name, but he looked exactly like the
rapper Suga Free. ͳis pimp, Fake Suga Free, had two hoes.
I remember the girls, too. They was nasty.
After Titus started hanging around him, one day we got
to talking.
Titus: “You know, I could probably be a pimp.”