I Am Your Brother

by Jaimy Reynolds

  I just wondered off and did what I wanted to do. I had a good size saving so I scratched off a few things on the bucket list. I did nothing for a little bit. I traveled a couple times and cleared my mind. I took naps in the middle of the day. I watched movies in the middle of the day. I went out in remote locations and just chilled there for most of the day. Anything that would take me away from the world. Most of the time I stayed at cheap hotels and motels. It’s crazy how fast money can go when you’re not having a source of income coming in. Although my peace and freedom were increasing, I was running out of money. I had to find the cheapest apartment and in a location of somewhere I wouldn’t mind working. A job that could benefit my new walk in life.

  While going on my hunt, I learned that there is the rich, your middle class, and the lower class blacks and I ended up moving to the lower class due to the drastic change in the money I was going to be making. Plus, having no plans of working anywhere that wasn’t beneficial to my quest. Where my mind was at, I could care less of where I was living. With that being said, I was denied twice of getting hired at the library near my apartments. The manager told me that I was over qualified, even after I told them I would work for the minimum amount. I went up to the library numerous of times and expressed my desire to have the job and still couldn’t get hired. I really didn’t want to work anywhere else but there. The library was walking distance from my apartment.

  I found myself comfortably alone with no where I really wanted to go. What I was in search for was nowhere in the physical. Music became my best friend. I watched my people outside this project window. My whole view on life changed. I don’t know what it is about this window, but I was supposed to see through this apartment window of mine. Although I don’t know exactly why I am there in the first place. I just checked out of the world and created my own little one. I started thinking thoughts like, how all the work of artists I like would have to write. The author’s I read were called, writers. All the music artists I listen to were writers. My dad would write. What I was seeing out this window of mine, caused me to pick up a pen and start writing. And I couldn’t stop because I had so much to get out.

  I wanted that library job so bad, I began writing notes on a piece of paper and stuck it on the windshield wiper of the managers car. I would write poetry as if I where Edgar Allan Poe on one note, and in parables on the next. The manager called me one night to my surprise. He asks if I could write him some poetry for this woman he’s been trying to get a date with. I asked him a few questions about the woman, filtered it all in and wrote a poetry piece for him. He called me back in a few days and said he has been communicating with her ever since. He tells that he has read many books over the years, and knew I was pretty good. He asked me how long I have been writing and once I told him a month, he finally hired me. Not only did he hire me, but once he found out that I was a good worker, he would eventually give me a key to building.

  He said he believed in me the more I left writing’s on his windshield. He mentioned how my words connects with the reader’s heart. He gave me the keys, and said to learn as much as I want, just as long as I didn’t do anything stupid. He believed that I could be a number one best seller one day, so he gave me one golden key to elevate my craft. If the building was closed and I wanted a new book, or needed to do some research is when I took full advantage. As long as I kept writing him poetry for his lady, he was fine with me having a key to the small library building.

  My life has changed dramatically from quitting my job. I know what it feels like to barely get by. It does something to you. Having to substitute dishwashing soap for laundry detergent. Hand washing your clothes at times. Having to budget 15 dollars at the grocery store. Having to ride the bus when you are used to driving a highly praised car. Adding water to the soap bottles to make it stretch. Buying the cheapest foods. Not having enough money to go see that movie at the theater. Not being able to get that combo meal at your favorite fast food spot when you want it. Not being able to do anything on holidays and birthdays. It causes you to dig deep. It humbles your pride and ego. It caused me to improvise. It did something to my inner warrior. Then I look out my window and know that many are in the same boat that I am in. And I began to feel the people I’m watching outside this window. I began to understand more. It was all making more sense now. I’m learning more about myself than ever.

  DESTINY: That is beautiful Seven. You are on the right path.

  KING: The chosen one.

  DESTINY: If you don’t mind me asking, how did your mother pass away?

  SEVEN: The same way your mother passed, cancer.

  KING: And the plot thickens.

  All three become quiet from doing the math in their minds. Their mothers passed from cancer and all three were adopted. You could feel the energy of the heavy thoughts of all the possibilities of how they came together.

  SEVEN: I believe I have obtained enough information that can get rid of cancer, and many other illnesses. Over the years I’ve done a lot of research on diseases, cancer, nutrition and the human body. Combining all that I read and learned from natural healers such as Dr. Sebi. I’ve connected everything and have a blueprint to heal diseases.

  DESTINY: Oh my goodness Seven, it’s crazy you say that because I’ve been watching a lot of testimonies online. I have become infatuated with the thought of their being a natural cure.

  KING: So the question is, what are you going to do with all the knowledge and wisdom you have acquired?

  SEVEN: Do you remember me speaking on a writing project? Well, I’ve been writing this packet, a packet that consists of all essential information for the body, mind, and soul. With information inside that can assist you to healing your body naturally.

  KING: I remember indeed. So you are going to finish it up and get it out there to the people?

  SEVEN: Right. But the thing is, I’m not going to get it published. I’m leaning towards just passing it out to whomever my spirit tells me to. Or any one in need. For free.

  DESTINY: Because if you get it published, you are getting the government involved, who is connected to the pharmaceutical companies. Especially if the packet makes a lot of noise.

  KING: I’m feeling it. That is when you gain real power. When it’s bigger than money. You are trying to enlighten and empower.

  DESTINY: If you start freeing minds and helping people cure themselves, that means somebody is missing out on money.

  KING: The big wigs who will send them people after you. They kill our hero’s. That’s why we don’t really have any. So the next question to you is, basically, are you willing to die for the wellbeing of mankind?

  SEVEN: That’s a good question. Because over fifty holistic healers have mysteriously came up dead all in the same year. I don’t have it all mapped out yet. But I’m definitely thinking of a master plan.

  DESTINY: Fifty healer’s in one year! And didn’t Dr. Sebi just pass away shortly after he was retained by the police?

  SEVEN: That is true. If I were to get the book published, I’m sure there are rules and regulations I would have to pass in order to put out this type of information. I would have to get it proved by this and that, while jumping through all the loops in order put out essential information that should be free.

  KING: Ain’t that something! They are wiping out healers and leaders man. Hell naw! That’s why I can’t work for them, or whoever they are. I’m not feeding that beast.

  DESTINY: Evil. That is what you are up against. Not man, the evil spirit working through man to stop you.

  KING: Yea man I dig that. I could use something like that too. Cause Lord knows I am not trying to see no doctor.

  SEVEN: And there are many of us who feel the same way. I know it can bless people. Too many of us are deteriorating from a lack of knowledge. We’re in some type of paralyzed state.

  DESTINY: They say, we are what we eat.

  KING: And what we think.

  They carry on conversing while moving closer to th
e flashing lights of Vegas. Destiny would have King pull over so she could take pictures of the scenery. She took over the driving duties when King wanted a break. They all took turns on having a music session. After every hour they would switch DJ’s. They joked around about who was DJ’ing the best. They would take turns driving passed the person in the car next to them on the road, and have to guess what type of person they were. From their mannerism, age, life style, habits, and whatever else came to their mind. They wanted to see if their people reading skills were on the same page. Or even in the same ballpark. While picking each other’s brain, King receives a phone call.

  KING: (Answer the phone) Hey mama sitas, I’m on my way… oh you miss me huh, well prove it by coming to see me tonight. I should make it in around one… that sounds like a plan. I’ll call you when I get there.

  DESTINY: Oh Lord, which one is this?

  KING: Remy, that fine thick school teacher.

  SEVEN: I see you, having them lined up waiting on you.

  KING: Just a little something, nothing major.

  DESTINY: Aww, so that is why he chose Las Vegas and the coast of Cali.

  KING: (Grinning) Come on lil sister, you know how big bro do it. And it’s that time. You know God say, “man is not meant to be alone.” And plus you know I want to see Mayweather box before he retires. Fight weekend brings out the heavy traffic of people with money to spend. Why not lend it to a friend.

  DESTINY: I’m not mad at ya, do your thang brother. I know you have a plan in that mind of yours.

  SEVEN: So you say I can ask you anything right? And record the info and turn it in to a story with my own twist to it.

  KING: In order to bring out the story, you simply need to know. So shoot my brother.

  SEVEN: That’s understood. So what’s up with the ladies having a connection to your plan?

  King was slumped down in his seat while blowing smoke out a crack of the window. The volume to the music was just right to play in the background. Destiny controls the wheel looking good as she wants to be. King takes one more drag of his black & mild before answering Seven’s question.

  KING: It’s like this my brother. Through my eyes, how I see it, a lot of potentially great men who never reach their full potential allowed a woman to come in and shake up the design. That love can be a fool. Make us do some crazy things. That is how I ended up spending years of my life behind bars, all behind the power of love. But if I were to be focused, that wouldn’t have happened in the first place. But we live and we learn. And what I’ve learned is that I will allow the right one to slow me down. I’m not on my game tough as I usually am when being involved. A woman slows me down. On top of that, there is a higher chance of getting caught and played. That’s what happen to me. I thought I was coming to the rescue of my girl, but come to find out, her and someone who I thought was my friend set me up. I raised hell when I found out they planned the whole thing. I tore some shit up, slapped her around, beat the shit out of him to where he almost lost his life. And I was already on probation.

  I got my mind right while being locked up. Learned from some old heads. Gathered up all the information, experienced, wisdom and understanding, that’s when I decided that less was best. I became obsessed with wanting to execute this plan and create the life I want. But as we know, man is not meant to be alone. And with that being said, when Destiny and I go out and do our thing, I might meet a woman and show her a good time. I scope her out, see where her mind is at, and if she pass all my tests, I keep in contact with her. Showing her a good time and sexing her down real good will have me on her mind. The long distance and being consistent usually causes her to wonder about me. I make it to where we can be totally honest with each other. Well, besides her knowing what I do, but for the most part, honesty is the best policy. I might fly out and see her once every so often and become her fantasy. Then dip back home. She usually becomes at my mercy over time. And that is when I make a proposal to her.

  I already know what you are thinking Seven, what does the proposal all consist of. Well, I’ll tell you. I make her an offer that will be hard to refuse. Before I present it to her, I wanted to have four things establish in her mind. I’m not married, I’m playing with some cash, I’m honest and our sex is unforgettable. Those four things will have her undivided attention. I explain to her that she can do no wrong by me from being honest. That she is free to do whatever she likes. Free to see, date or screw anybody she likes, just be honest with me. So I will know what to do and not to do with her sexually. I’m not sure if you have noticed it by now, but I have a slight case of OCD. I’m not a big fan of germs or an unhealthy vagina. Because I most certainly plan on going down there. And when I do, I want it clean from being properly taken care of. Because if I catch something, she is going to wish she never met me.

  So, it’s basically like this, I come in town to visit, we might shop, we eat at great restaurants, or we might catch a movie. There has been some times she might run into a time of need and I give her the money. Besides that, just out the goodness of my heart I have paid some car notes, got her nails, feet, and hair done from just wanting to. For the moments we spend together I treat her as she is mine. I might randomly send her flowers at work, send her tickets to a concert or gift certificates to spa’s on her birthday. All to keep her honesty valid and her body healthy. I expect two things. Honesty and a full STD screening results within three days before I see her. Far as the honesty, all she has to do is let me know if she is being sexually involved without protection so I’ll know not to go down there, then, I will be able to decipher if I want to continue on being sexually active with her at all. Because I’m not just a hit it from the back type of guy. Naw, I need to explore that body and fulfill all my desires with her. So I need that thang right.

  I do let it be known though, if she lies to me, it’s not going to be good for her. I won’t be a happy camper. Fortunately, that has not happened. Some have been honest and got into relationships, as they should. Some want more than what I have to offer, and so I have to lose contact with them. Better safe than sorry. And most find it easy to just go to doctor and get their health status, text it to me, and have it prepared when I see them. We get up every once in a while and have a good time. We don’t bother each other, we have our own lives. I’m just a friend with great benefits. And just to make sure the STD results are valid, I have them take a picture of being in the health clinic. I need that proof. It’s kind of hard for them to turn that down.

  SEVEN: If I were in your shoes, it would make all the sense in the world to do so. So your lack of trust in people causes you to pay for their honesty and proof of not having a sexually transmitted disease? And so whenever you feel like going on a vacation, you have a lady lined up.

  KING: That would be correct.

  SEVEN: How many woman across the states do you have?

  KING: Five. There is my white southern bell Bethany in Houston. My natural black goddess Jasmine from Atlanta. My Asian persuasion Roxanne from Cali. My sexy Latin I call Salena out in Miami. And there is Remy who happens to be mixed with black and Mexican in Vegas.

  SEVEN: Must be nice boss man. I’m not trying to count your pockets, but you must spend a good deal of money on these women.

  KING: Not really. These women are established and have their own. I give because they are giving me their body and time when I want it. I’m alone most of my days, so when I do travel I want to enjoy the whole experience of providing and loving. I sexually please them and they sexually please me, and we all do it in a safe and natural way. After that small amount of time, I’m fully focused and back on the job.

  DESTINY: So have you ever ran into one and caught feelings. And if so, what did you do?

  KING: Oh yea, a few times. I respected them enough to not want to waste their time. I wasn’t ready like how they were. I would just be using them. Besides, the game I’m in, the closer they are, the more of a chance I could get them caught up in my dirt. These boys today will kidna
p your girl and hold her for ransom. They will go after her kids. It’s ruthless out here. How do I know, because I was that savage once upon a time.

  SEVEN: If I had to take a guess, you are also low key seeing who could be your potential woman. That is after your mission is complete.

  KING: This guy in the back seat is good. That’s right on the mark. If I had to say right now, if I were ready to change my ways, the woman I’ll see tonight is who I connect with the most.

  DESTINY: Remy is my favorite of the ones I’ve met. I know she is a good girl who hopes for the day you take her on full time. I know you got it, but a sister who wants the best for her brother, I can’t wait for the day you end up with your life partner. Slow down and be able to experience having a family.

  KING: Me to sis. I’ll be retired when that time comes. Then I would just be with my family, while the money from my business circulates from a far.

  SEVEN: So that’s the plan. Work the masterplan, start a business, and retire while enjoying your family.

  KING: Sounds about right. It doesn’t make sense to me as a father, to have to spend more time at a work place than my own kids. That don’t sound right to me, nor does it feel right. My future kids need to see my face more than the school teacher’s face. What kind of shit is that? There are too many of us men spending so much time away from home, the foundation of where it all starts. It’s not supposed to be like this. That’s like a disaster waiting to happen.