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make his way toward them, slightly staggering.
âOh God,â Fatima whispered as she looked in her sonâs eyes, noticing that they were bloodshot red. She dropped her head in shame seeing her only son that way. The tips of Boomerâs nostrils were also red, signaling that he was high off more than weed.
Quiet mumbles and whispers began to fill the room as the guests chatted about the hoodlum who had just entered the party. Macy acted quickly and headed toward Boomer, trying to stop him before he reached his mother. This was her day, and Macy wasnât going to let anyone bring her down on their anniversary.
The closer Macy got to Boomer, the stronger the weed aroma grew. Macy looked into Boomerâs eyes and knew that he was high as a kite. He had been around long enough to know that Boomer was flying off of more than just a little weed, however.
âLetâs go. Donât let your mother see you like this,â Macy said as he threw his arm around Boomer and smiled, trying to not make a scene. He turned Boomer toward the door and began to walk him out, but Boomer had other plans.
âGet yoâ hands off of me!â Boomer yelled as he snatched away from Macy.
Macy quickly fixed his tie and checked his cufflinks as he smoothly played it off, still having a smile on his face. Boomerâs friend Fruit, a skinny kid, stepped to the side and found everything to be funny. He smiled as the drama unfolded before his eyes.
âDo not do this to your mother, Boom. Today is a special day for her,â Macy said in almost a whisper. However, the sternness was still evident in his voice.
âWhat the fuck you mean? What? You embarrassed?â Boomer asked as he threw his arms up, causing a scene. âYou donât want everyone to know that your son is a street nigga?â Boomer said as he got louder with each word.
At that point, the DJ had cut the music and everybodyâs attention was on the spectacle that was about to unfold. The two men locked eyes, and it was undeniable tension between the two of them.
âThis is neither the place nor time for your bullshit,â Macy said, keeping his voice low, but never breaking the piercing stare he had on the young man who stood in front of him.
âWell, when is the right time, huh? Donât want everybody to know that your family isnât perfect, huh?â Boomer said as he saw Macyâs bodyguards begin to make their way toward him.
âI see this isnât going anywhere,â Macy said as he turned his back and pulled out the cigar that was in his top pocket. He placed it in his mouth and shook his head in disgust. Boomer and he had reached a boiling point, and the mutual dislike for one another finally came to the surface.
Macy always resented Boomer because he knew that he wasnât his biological child. Fatima never admitted that Boomer wasnât his, but Macy knew the truth. Maybe it was the light-skinned complexion of Boomer, or maybe even the lack of ambition that Boomer had, which was totally opposite of Macyâs sharklike demeanor. They never spoke on it, and Macy never questioned his wife openly out of respect. Nevertheless, deep in Macyâs heart, he knew the truth about the situation. He never pressed the issue, not wanting to dig deep into something that would eventually cause his family heartache.
Boomer also had a deep hatred for Macy. He expected things to be handed to him, and Macy wasnât having it. Macy never gave Boomer anything for free. Macy was only trying to prepare Boomer for the real world, but Boomer took it as Macy not loving him. Boomer was what you call a wannabe. He wanted to be the next street kingpin. He desired to live the fast life, and he wanted that title âkingpinâ to be handed to him.
He had heard about how Macy was big in the streets, and he wanted to be what Macy once was. Macy never took Boomer down that road, for fear of the potential outcome. He
âOh God,â Fatima whispered as she looked in her sonâs eyes, noticing that they were bloodshot red. She dropped her head in shame seeing her only son that way. The tips of Boomerâs nostrils were also red, signaling that he was high off more than weed.
Quiet mumbles and whispers began to fill the room as the guests chatted about the hoodlum who had just entered the party. Macy acted quickly and headed toward Boomer, trying to stop him before he reached his mother. This was her day, and Macy wasnât going to let anyone bring her down on their anniversary.
The closer Macy got to Boomer, the stronger the weed aroma grew. Macy looked into Boomerâs eyes and knew that he was high as a kite. He had been around long enough to know that Boomer was flying off of more than just a little weed, however.
âLetâs go. Donât let your mother see you like this,â Macy said as he threw his arm around Boomer and smiled, trying to not make a scene. He turned Boomer toward the door and began to walk him out, but Boomer had other plans.
âGet yoâ hands off of me!â Boomer yelled as he snatched away from Macy.
Macy quickly fixed his tie and checked his cufflinks as he smoothly played it off, still having a smile on his face. Boomerâs friend Fruit, a skinny kid, stepped to the side and found everything to be funny. He smiled as the drama unfolded before his eyes.
âDo not do this to your mother, Boom. Today is a special day for her,â Macy said in almost a whisper. However, the sternness was still evident in his voice.
âWhat the fuck you mean? What? You embarrassed?â Boomer asked as he threw his arms up, causing a scene. âYou donât want everyone to know that your son is a street nigga?â Boomer said as he got louder with each word.
At that point, the DJ had cut the music and everybodyâs attention was on the spectacle that was about to unfold. The two men locked eyes, and it was undeniable tension between the two of them.
âThis is neither the place nor time for your bullshit,â Macy said, keeping his voice low, but never breaking the piercing stare he had on the young man who stood in front of him.
âWell, when is the right time, huh? Donât want everybody to know that your family isnât perfect, huh?â Boomer said as he saw Macyâs bodyguards begin to make their way toward him.
âI see this isnât going anywhere,â Macy said as he turned his back and pulled out the cigar that was in his top pocket. He placed it in his mouth and shook his head in disgust. Boomer and he had reached a boiling point, and the mutual dislike for one another finally came to the surface.
Macy always resented Boomer because he knew that he wasnât his biological child. Fatima never admitted that Boomer wasnât his, but Macy knew the truth. Maybe it was the light-skinned complexion of Boomer, or maybe even the lack of ambition that Boomer had, which was totally opposite of Macyâs sharklike demeanor. They never spoke on it, and Macy never questioned his wife openly out of respect. Nevertheless, deep in Macyâs heart, he knew the truth about the situation. He never pressed the issue, not wanting to dig deep into something that would eventually cause his family heartache.
Boomer also had a deep hatred for Macy. He expected things to be handed to him, and Macy wasnât having it. Macy never gave Boomer anything for free. Macy was only trying to prepare Boomer for the real world, but Boomer took it as Macy not loving him. Boomer was what you call a wannabe. He wanted to be the next street kingpin. He desired to live the fast life, and he wanted that title âkingpinâ to be handed to him.
He had heard about how Macy was big in the streets, and he wanted to be what Macy once was. Macy never took Boomer down that road, for fear of the potential outcome. He
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