XX. Negative Energy. February 21, 2020

>driving Lyft

>pick up three girls from FAMU Palmetto

>Girl A, Girl B, Girl C

>their conversation went as follows:

>A: Girl I was feeling some type of way last week, I don’t even know, girl. It was bad. Last week was bad.

>B: So what happened last week?

>A: Girl, I don’t even know. Some of it I knew about, but some I didn’t, you know? But I just, I just said this week would be good. I prayed about it, said Lord give me strength, and it was a good week. But I can’t be around Celia. She always crying about something, like ALWAYS. And I can’t be around that whatyacallit, negative energy.

>B; You don’t need negative energy.

>A: No I don’t; I spoke a good week.

>C: What about Dylan?

>A: Girl! They ain’t no Dylan. I’m worried about my own self. I don’t even know about last week. It was bad. This week is good, girl, a better week. Got to class on time, got all my shit together. Celia need to get her shit together for real for real

>all laugh

>B: Oh my God girl, she do! She was the one talking bout “Let’s go eat at Chili’s.”

>C: I like Chili’s.

>A: Girl, I do too.

>B: Ain’t nothing wrong with Chili’s, it’s just how she SAID Chili’s like nobody about any other place. Like she found Chili’s. We could go to Red Lobster.

>A: Love Red Lobster. You ever been to BJ’s?

>B: BJ’s ain’t one of them restaurants you just GO TO, you can’t JUST GO TO BJ’s.

>C: You can just go to Chili’s.

>B: And Red Lobster. You can go to Red Lobster and JUST GO, ya know? Can’t do that at BJ’s.

>A: Girl, I know. But them pizookies tho

>C: Cookies

>A: Pizookies be hittin

>some other car’s horn blows

>A: That sound just like my Mama horn! Girl in Miami she always be blowing that thing. My Mama will see some guy asleep on a bench and she blows that horn. Every time. Like crackheads. She told me she wants to make sure they’re ok and not dead. But ooooo they get mad. They get so mad. Be jumpin around everywhere. She told me this one time there was a crackhead just laying in the street and everybody thought he was dead. Traffic was packed up. I mean packed up. Somebody called the cops, but then somebody went up and poked the crackhead and he jumped up yelling and ran off. He was gone before the cops got there.

>C: sounds mean

>A: Well, you can ask her about it when we get there.

>We arrive

>It is an Applebee’s

>They seem fine with it

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