As I drove to New Orleans, I sensed I was calmer. I was experiencing more peace. Maybe because I was listening to music, the likes of Jill Scott, Anthony Hamilton, and Corinne Bailey Rae.
I pulled up at about 7. Walking up the steps; I stopped and talked to Uncle David and D3. Even though I seldom speak with them, I appreciated they loved me and respected me.
“So, how are the kids? Are they coming, Cuz?” I asked.
“Man, hell no,” D3 expressed, “They are so chill. Both of their mamas are tripping too. But I can’t sweat it. I’m still a playa.”
“Yep,” Uncle David stated, “You get your looks from me, son.”
Shaking my head, I continued inside to talk to speak to Dani, Terrence, and Jackson.
“So who all is coming tomorrow?” I inquired.
“Well, Evette coming, ya know. I am excited for y’all
