MIL PRESENTS: Nolan Jackson

”Now what?” I wonder. A cigarette would be a great place to start. Surely I could bum one off of someone. I begin to walk toward the street and a tinted black Lincoln slowly pulls up beside me. The backseat driver's side door opens and a familiar face climbs out of the car.“Steven. Great. I whisper to myself. I continued walking, ignoring him as he calls out to me for my attention.”Come on Pharaoh. Please don't make this difficult. Just get in the car.He says, clearly just as annoyed as i was that he had to even be in my presence. I stop, looking over my shoulder.“I guess ma was busy. She had to send you.” I ask.”Look. I don't like you. You don't like me. But I've received orders and the sooner I can do my job, the sooner we can be or of each other's hair. How about that?” He says with his usual snarky tone. I grunt before finally turning around to face him. ”What do you want Steven? I ask him. “I know my way home. I don't need an escort.” “You have a new home Pharaoh! This is what I'm trying to tell you if you would just get in the car. Everything will be explained to you when you get there.” He explains. He then motions for me to get into the car. Confused, I just climb in. Figured it would be better than sitting there talking to him forever. The sight of his smug face was starting to piss me off anyway.

The entire ride was silent aside from the radio playing, and I liked it that way. Every so often, he would glance over at me, I guess to make sure i hadn't stolen anything. I met his glance with my middle finger. He rolls his eyes and directs his attention back to the road. “Bitch ass nigga.” I grunt, chuckling to myself. He ignores my comment and turns up the radio. I smirk, reclining my chair back as far as i could. I glance out of the window watching the trees as we sped past. Eventually i drift off into a deep sleep.



The scene opens up in a dark foggy patch of land. Acres of nothing but fog and trees are shown in the distance. Pharoah is shown standing in the middle of it all, looking around him.

Pharoah: Where the fuck am I?

A bright light appears in the distance. Pharaoh behinds to walk toward it. As he gets closer to the lights, the fog begins to clear. The lights are revealed to be coming from a 1995 Chevrolet impala. The engine revs and the horn honks. Pharaoh approaches the driver's side window, and tries to pet into the heavily tinted windows. The window slightly rolls down releasing a heavy cloud of smoke.

VOICE: Get in loser.

Pharaoh walks over to the passenger's side and opens the door. A huge cloud of smoke escapes the car and fills the air. Pharaoh leans down to see a man resembling himself, sitting in the driver's seat facing a fat joint.

Pharoah: Tut?

The man looks over at Pharaoh with a sinister smirk on his face. He blows a kiss at Pharaoh.

TUTANKAMUN:In the flesh baby boy. You miss me?

He chuckles, taking another pull from the joint.

TUTANKAMUN: Are you gonna stand out there? Or you getting in?

Pharaoh hours i to the car. Before he even has chance to close the door, Tut mashes his foot on the gas, speeding off. Pharaoh reaches for the door and closes it. He snatches the blunt from Tut and press it to his lips taking a heavy pull.

PHARAOH PIERCE: Yo, where the fuck are we man?

He takes another pull from the joint before posing it back to Tut

TUTANKAMUN: Is it ever about where we are? Thought it was supposed to be about the journey or some other philosophical bullshit.

The two chuckle

TUTANKAMUN: Just enjoy the ride, love. Enjoy this good chronic in your lungs.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Ziploc bag filled with cocaine.

TUTANKAMUN: Put somma this up in ya system, my nigga.

PHARAOH PIERCE: Oh you know white girls are my favorite. You're spoiling me dog.

TUTANKAMUN: Baby i got everything you love. You know I always take care of you.

Pharaoh wastes no time opening the Ziploc bag. He picks up the baby spoon and scoops some of the powder onto the spoon and puts it to his nose.

PHARAOH PIERCE: Man!

TUTANKAMUN: Aye! That's that good right.

PHARAOH PIERCE: You damn right! My god that bitch hit!

Tut chuckles as he pulls into a vacant parking lot.

TUTANKAMUN: We've arrived my love.

Pharaoh looks around trying to figure out where he is.

PHARAOH PIERCE: The fuck is this?

Tut whispers behind him.

TUTANKAMUN: I love you Pharaoh Pierce.

Pharaoh begins to turn around but is met with a white cloth to his face. Before he can fight it, he is knocked out. Tut kisses his forehead and leans him over on the chair. He shits of the cast closing the door behind him. Walking over to the passenger's side, he opens the door and picks Pharaoh up and begins to walk toward a building, kicking the car door closed behind him.

TUTANKAMUN: Jeez. What the hell have you been eating?

He continues walking until he reaches the front door. He kicks it open and walks in with Pharaoh still in his arms. He walks over to a mattress set up in the corner on the floor and lays Pharoah down. He then chains his ankles to the metal rod coming from the floor.



He then disappears in another room for a while. In the meantime, Pharaoh begins to wake up. He tries to move and sees that he is chained down.

PHARAOH PIERCE: What the fu- Tut! Tut!

Tut finally re enters the room.

PHARAOH PIERCE: What the fuck is going on man.

Tut smiles.

TUTANKAMUN: You're up. I'm sorry about that. I knew you wouldn't come willingly. So I had to do what I had to.

PHARAOH PIERCE: What the fuck are you talking about man. What is going on. Why the fuck am i chained to the floor.

TUTANKAMUN: I'm protecting you.

PHARAOH PIERCE: Protecting me? From what nigga.

TUTANKAMUN:  You'll find out soon. All I can say oud you need me right now. So I'm gonna take things over for now. I'll come check on you. Bring you food. Leave you more than enough drugs. All that. I just gotta take care of some shit.

Pharaoh grunts

PHARAOH PIERCE: Will you stop fucking playing and get me out of this shit!

Tut stands up and begins to walk toward the door.

TUTANKAMUN: I'm doing this because I love you, and you need me. I'll be back later with some food.

PHARAOH PIERCE: Tut this shit aint cool! What is happening. Don't you walk out that fucking door! Tut!

Tut disappears, locking the door behind him. 

PHARAOH PIERCE:Tut...Tut! 

Monday, August 27,2017
5:47p.m
Havenscourt BLVD
Middle East Oakland, California

“Pharoah…Pharaoh! Wake up.”I'm awoken from my sleep, to Steve shaking me.I pop up, scoping my surroundings. I check my ankles, seeing no chains. I finally realized I was dreaming.“Damn. How long have we been riding. My ass is sore and I gotta piss like a racehorse.” I say, grabbing my crotch.He tosses me a set of keys. “You're here...Get out.”He says to me with a snarky attitude. “With pleasure dude. This has been fun as usual.” I respond as i open the car door. As I get out i let out a wet fart. I hurried to close the door as I got it did the smell would stay in the car. Steve rolls the windows down angrily. “You're sick. I'm so glad i never have to see you again.” He mumbles as he speeds off. I stick up my middle finger chuckling.

Looking around, I examine my new surroundings. It was rather urban for Karen's standards. I was shocked that my mom would live in this shitty pad. “Had we gone broke while I was locked up?”I thought to myself. I take a look at the house and begin toward the stairs. Placing the key into the hole, i unlock the door and walk in.“Karen...Karen!” I yell as I walk through the house. “At least there's decent furniture.”I say, as i head toward the living room. My eyes catch a big manila envelope sitting on the coffee table. “What do we have here?” I wonder as I make my way to the table. I open the envelope to find a passport, ID Card, Birth certificate, stack of cash a and letter. I direct my attending to the letter, dropping everything else on the table. Noticing my name at the top of the letter, i begin to read.

“Pharaoh, It pains me to be writing this letter to you right now. But as a mother, I no longer know what to do with you. I cannot risk having you ruin our family's name with your reputation. Nor can I afford your antics to run my campaign. This is your new home now. Along with your new identification. Your home will be paid for and you'll receive a monthly allowance that will be more than enough for you to survive. I have also moved so please do not try and find me. This is the best decision for both of us. You were miserable here anyway. Think of this as a new start. Believe it or not, I really love you and I wish you nothing but the best. I've done everything I could for you. The rest is up to you now.Regards, Karen.”

I drop the paper to the table. I couldn't believe what I had just read. I knew Karen was ruthless. But i never thought she'd do anything like this. How was I supposed to feel. I had essentially been erased from the world. All for an election. I pick up the ID Card, looking at the picture. “Nolan Jackson? You gotta be kidding me. I chuckle to myself as I look over the rest of the documents. “Bitch.” I mumble. I sit the papers down on the table and explore the rest of the house. I reach one of the rooms, noticing my things thrown in the middle of the room. I exit the bedroom and reach the bathroom. “Finally! Niggas gotta go.” I say as i run to the toilet.

My long awaited piss is interrupted by a knock on the front door. “Who the fuck could that be? I wonder as I shake and zip my pants back up. I run down the stairs to the front door. I look through the peephole, noticing two guys standing at the door. I open the door glaring at the guys. “The fuck are you? I asked sizing up the two guys. “Oh shit, you are real. One of the guys says. Chuckling. “Told you I wasn't tripping nigga.” The other one responds. “I ain't say I ain't believe you fool. You've just been known to see shit when you're trippin dude. The first guy responds. The two chuckle going back and forth with each other, and for a moment, it amuses me so i watched them for a while before interrupting. “Um. Hello. Back to who you people are and why you're at my door.” I say. The two chuckle. [/i]Oh. My bad. My bad. I'm Tripp. And I'm Flipp. They respond. “Cute. Now that's out of the way. There was a follow-up question. What are you doing here?” I ask. “We live next door bro. Saw you come in. We figured you were new around here, cuz no one's lived in this house since 5 years ago. Flipp responds. “Oh yea. I guess this is home now. Where the hell is this by the way?” I ask them. Oakland my man. Welcome to the neighborhood. Flipp says. “As in California!?” I ask. “Yea dude. Havenscourt baby. Where did you think you were? Tripp wonders. “Long story bro. Y'all know where I can get some bud. I ain't hit a joint in almost two years man.” I respond.They both gasp, grabbing their faces. Flipp reaches into the pockets of his cargos and pulls out an ounce of some of the finest California green. I could smell it through the bag. “Wait no longer my friend. Flipp answers. “I'm loving this place already. Come on in. I'm Pharaoh by the way. Nice to meet yall.” I respond, dapping them up and inviting them in. I close the door behind us and we make our way to the living room. I guess this is my life now.
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