get it. Why would you even do that? You just ruined
my birthday. You ruined my birthday.”Titus: “Stop tripping. You’re tripping. Just relax. I’m
going to make it up to you.”ͳree days go by. I go over to his house—which is his
mom’s house, ’cause he don’t have his own place. I was
ready to forgive him. I don’t know why I was, but I was. And
most importantly, I was now healed up from my abortion,
and we can have sex again, for the mrst time since I was
dancing for joy.
I went in his room, and I saw he had a video camera on
his TV. I don’t know why, but I had this weird feeling come
over me.
Tiffany: “Let’s do something freaky. Let’s make a
movie.”I grabbed the video camera, and I started recording. He
immediately got all mad, snatched the camera from me,
scratching my face in the process.
Titus: “You need to mind your motherfucking
business!”Tiffany: “What is wrong with you? What’s on that tape
where you got to be acting like that?”Titus: “Ain’t nothing on this motherfuckin’ tape. You