Post by Rod Frazier on Jan 19, 2017 18:24:10 GMT -5
Y'all done thought I'd neva come back to this bitch. Well, y'alls wrong. I've been watchin' this shit known as the WGWF fo a while now and I gotta say. Y'all the same pansy ass motha fuckas I always knew y'all was. See, when ya done been in the pen fo a good long while, ya got time to just do a few thangs. Numba one, ya get to work out...work out a whole bunch...Numba two, ya get to thank a lot. I've been thankin' bout when thangs was good. I've been thankin' bout when thangs was bad. I've been thankin' bout gettin' back in that squared circle and showin' all y'all's asses who's boss. Yeah, ya betta watch out mah fuckas! The Fabulous One is back.
The scene opens at the front steps of San Quentin prison. Much larger than when he went in 21 months ago is Rod Frazier, waitin on his ride to pick him up. The sunshine hit his face as he realized that for the first time since Easter Sunday in 2015, it's free sunshine. He didn't have much other than the clothes on his back. He wore a pair of Fubu jeans, a wifebeater covered by a collared shirt, his Lugz boots, and a black do-rag. He had half a pack of cigarettes left from the commissary, which he bought last week and he knew that his mama may not like the fact that he's smoking cigarettes again. Then again, she may have started back up with all the shit he pulled to get his probation revoked.
He lit his cigarette up to enjoy what he thought might be the last one for hours as his mother makes the long drive back to Compton. He took a drag and looked at the horizon, enjoying the wind hitting his face as he knew he is a free man again. Near the smoking area outside of the prison is a bench, which he went to sit at. He reached in his pocket and pulled out an iPod Classic which he had on him the night his warrant for his arrest was served.
"What I'd give to hear my niggas again while waitin' on my mama," the large ex-professional wrestler said to himself as he took another drag. He crushed the cherry on the cigarette and put the butt in the container at the end of the bench. He heard a car coming in the distance.
It's a 1978 Bronze Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme. The car has seen it's better days as the vinyl top is cracked and many of the chrome accessories that once adorned it were missing. Driving the car was LaQuin, Rod Frazier's mother and in the back seat was the now seven-year old, Antwon Frazier, his son. LaQuin pulled up and rolled down the window.
"Come on nigga! I ain't got all day long to wait on yo sorry ass!" Rod got up and got in the driver's seat of the car. He didn't acknowledge his mom or his son, he just kept the window rolled down so that he could enjoy the breeze as he left a home he wished to never return to.
"Well, ain't you going to say something to me?" Laquin asked after 10 minutes of silence. "I mean damn, you wouldn't let me see you when you was in there and you ain't seen your son for years and you just get in and don't say a goddamn thing?"
Rod raised his hand so as to tell his mother to be quiet.
"Can't I just get a break for 15 goddamn minutes? I ain't been out that bitch for half an hour and ya already naggin' me."
"Fine."
The three continued to stay silent for hours before stopping about halfway between San Francisco and Los Angeles for the evening.
"Ya best be glad I did well when it came to that money you gave me and your auntie. I was able to take care of me and your son, who you been neglectin' for years now."
LaQuin got out of the car to check into the motel they were staying in for the night. Rod took this time to reconnect with Antwon. He brought down the visor and looked at Antwon through the mirror.
"Sup?" Rod says as he nods his head upward. Antwon doesn't no what to say and just sits there without saying a word. "You know who I am?" Antwon nods his head yes to acknowledge Rod. "Aight. Well, we gone be spendin' lots of time togetha real soon. I'ma make ya proud." The two sit in silence until LaQuin gets in, parks the car and the three head toward the room.
LaQuin has made a bag for Rod and hands it to him. As they enter the room, LaQuin lets him know what's in the bag. "When they put you in, I lost a lot. I ain't got a lot of your stuff no more. I didn't have nowhere to put it. But I kept a few things. I got the basics in there and I got that warmup suit you used to like wearing back in the day."
Rod acknowledged his mother with a nod and headed straight to the bath room. He felt the need to immediately get the smell, dirt, and grime off of his body that came with living in a prison. Rod always thought that living in a prison was about as low as a person could go; even lower than growing up in Compton and dealing with all the bangers in Watts and South Central. After a shower which took more than half an hour, Rod went to lay down on the bed. His mother thought it was time to talk.
"Nigga, what you gonna do for work now? You remember how hard it was the first time you got out? If you didn't know Dre and them, you'd never gotten that deal with D12 being their bodyguard."
"I can always go back to Page," Rod replied.
"Oh, and be all big and bad? Oh yeah, I forgot. You ain't no Muslim any more. You can go back to being an Uncle Tom."
"Bitch, ya betta step back fo I knock yo ass down," Rod said with an angry tone in his voice.
"What the fuck did you just say?" LaQuin asked. "In front of your son?"
Rod reached back and slapped his mother, knocking her to floor. "Yeah, cause he gotta learn not to let some bitch dictate his life. I ain't neva really been good at much. Football, Bodyguardin', and Wrestlin'. And I think WGWF would take me back."
Scene fade out.
The scene opens at the front steps of San Quentin prison. Much larger than when he went in 21 months ago is Rod Frazier, waitin on his ride to pick him up. The sunshine hit his face as he realized that for the first time since Easter Sunday in 2015, it's free sunshine. He didn't have much other than the clothes on his back. He wore a pair of Fubu jeans, a wifebeater covered by a collared shirt, his Lugz boots, and a black do-rag. He had half a pack of cigarettes left from the commissary, which he bought last week and he knew that his mama may not like the fact that he's smoking cigarettes again. Then again, she may have started back up with all the shit he pulled to get his probation revoked.
He lit his cigarette up to enjoy what he thought might be the last one for hours as his mother makes the long drive back to Compton. He took a drag and looked at the horizon, enjoying the wind hitting his face as he knew he is a free man again. Near the smoking area outside of the prison is a bench, which he went to sit at. He reached in his pocket and pulled out an iPod Classic which he had on him the night his warrant for his arrest was served.
"What I'd give to hear my niggas again while waitin' on my mama," the large ex-professional wrestler said to himself as he took another drag. He crushed the cherry on the cigarette and put the butt in the container at the end of the bench. He heard a car coming in the distance.
It's a 1978 Bronze Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme. The car has seen it's better days as the vinyl top is cracked and many of the chrome accessories that once adorned it were missing. Driving the car was LaQuin, Rod Frazier's mother and in the back seat was the now seven-year old, Antwon Frazier, his son. LaQuin pulled up and rolled down the window.
"Come on nigga! I ain't got all day long to wait on yo sorry ass!" Rod got up and got in the driver's seat of the car. He didn't acknowledge his mom or his son, he just kept the window rolled down so that he could enjoy the breeze as he left a home he wished to never return to.
"Well, ain't you going to say something to me?" Laquin asked after 10 minutes of silence. "I mean damn, you wouldn't let me see you when you was in there and you ain't seen your son for years and you just get in and don't say a goddamn thing?"
Rod raised his hand so as to tell his mother to be quiet.
"Can't I just get a break for 15 goddamn minutes? I ain't been out that bitch for half an hour and ya already naggin' me."
"Fine."
The three continued to stay silent for hours before stopping about halfway between San Francisco and Los Angeles for the evening.
"Ya best be glad I did well when it came to that money you gave me and your auntie. I was able to take care of me and your son, who you been neglectin' for years now."
LaQuin got out of the car to check into the motel they were staying in for the night. Rod took this time to reconnect with Antwon. He brought down the visor and looked at Antwon through the mirror.
"Sup?" Rod says as he nods his head upward. Antwon doesn't no what to say and just sits there without saying a word. "You know who I am?" Antwon nods his head yes to acknowledge Rod. "Aight. Well, we gone be spendin' lots of time togetha real soon. I'ma make ya proud." The two sit in silence until LaQuin gets in, parks the car and the three head toward the room.
LaQuin has made a bag for Rod and hands it to him. As they enter the room, LaQuin lets him know what's in the bag. "When they put you in, I lost a lot. I ain't got a lot of your stuff no more. I didn't have nowhere to put it. But I kept a few things. I got the basics in there and I got that warmup suit you used to like wearing back in the day."
Rod acknowledged his mother with a nod and headed straight to the bath room. He felt the need to immediately get the smell, dirt, and grime off of his body that came with living in a prison. Rod always thought that living in a prison was about as low as a person could go; even lower than growing up in Compton and dealing with all the bangers in Watts and South Central. After a shower which took more than half an hour, Rod went to lay down on the bed. His mother thought it was time to talk.
"Nigga, what you gonna do for work now? You remember how hard it was the first time you got out? If you didn't know Dre and them, you'd never gotten that deal with D12 being their bodyguard."
"I can always go back to Page," Rod replied.
"Oh, and be all big and bad? Oh yeah, I forgot. You ain't no Muslim any more. You can go back to being an Uncle Tom."
"Bitch, ya betta step back fo I knock yo ass down," Rod said with an angry tone in his voice.
"What the fuck did you just say?" LaQuin asked. "In front of your son?"
Rod reached back and slapped his mother, knocking her to floor. "Yeah, cause he gotta learn not to let some bitch dictate his life. I ain't neva really been good at much. Football, Bodyguardin', and Wrestlin'. And I think WGWF would take me back."
Scene fade out.