SOMEONE should beat his ass

Monday afternoon, I was hanging out at the pool with the boy. I hear all this hoot'n, hollar'n, etc. It sounded like a sporting event. I try to figure out where the noise was coming from. Marvin's.

I look in the parking lot to see who could possibly be there making all that gahdamn noise, and I see Mikes car. Mike, as in lemme knock at Brenda's door at 5am, Mike.

Ewwww. I think. What the fuck is he doing over this way? Duh..he and Marvin are good friends. But still. Anyway. I decide that I have to pee. So I leave the pool area and start walking toward my apartment. Marvin lives on the 3rd floor. His balcony faces the pool. I am walking, minding my fucking business. I hear my name. I look up, and there is "the other one". As in my man.

Let me find out, that "the other one" is hanging out with Mike. At Marvins. Hmmmm. I wonder what they have to talk about. Lawd, don't let Mike come out his mouth about knocking on my door. A fight will surely break out.

So, I look up, and smile. Hey! What's goin' on?--I would stay'n chat, but I gotta pee. I never stop walking. I figure that he will be out there on my way back. Which he was. So this time I stop. Errything a'ight up there, baby? I ask him.

He looks pissed. Yeah, he replies..
I ask him if he is grumpy. Yeah, he replies again. He was gettin ready to leave, he told me. He would holla.

Okay. So, I see him and Mike leave. In the same damn car. Jesus. This motherfucker is gonna talk some shit, while Marvin is not there to make sure this asshole ain't lying about what happened.

Last night, I get a call from "the other one" --we really must come up with another name for this fool-- he tells me that Mike was questioning him about me, and wondered what our relationship was. He said that Mike basically said..you're doin' it to her, aren't you? "the other one' answers to no one. He refuses to have his business-our business-on the street. I wanted him to come over. He said that he had to get up early, and was really tired.

I was starting to think that maybe Mike had said something--perhaps just a little as to piss 'the other one' off into explaining why he is always at my place. I figure, I am just gonna put something out there so see what )if anything) he knows. So, in true snitch fashion, I say something about Mike knocking at my door. I just drop it out my mouth. No hesitation, no thinking about it. I just said it. He wants to know what happened. I kept it very brief. Only that he knocked on my door at 5 am. That he scared me and I made him leave. I told him that Mike almost got shot, and joking, I added that I was gonna have to call my friends at 5 am to bring a shovel, a wagon and the shop vac.

Not 10 minutes later, 'the other one' is walking thru my front door. He wants to know what happened with Mike, EXACTLY what happened. So I tell him. The whole story. Everything.
He looks pissed.

We finally get in bed. He falls asleep. He wakes up. He tells me he is leaving. He tells me that he will never get up if he sleeps over. He hates getting out of bed, while I am still there sleeping.
So, at 12 midnight he leaves my house.
Good Lord, don't tell me this man went to beat Mike's ass. I really don't think he did, but if he did, that fucking asshole deserves it. If he keeps on acting a fool, sooner or later..someone's gonna beat that ass.