" What up BB" said the voice on my cell under private. " BB??? Who the fuck is this?" I hated when folks called private and i hated wrong numbers even more. "Whats up with that ass nigga" the voice said this time sounding more familiar. I knew it was somebody i knew form the way he seemed to be almost about to crack up laughing. " Who is this?" I said on last time with a softer yet stern voice. " Whats good nigga" right then i knew it was Chris he was famous for saying that  in this best Smokey impression. "O whats up nigga what u want? and how the fuck is BB?" I said honestly confused to where the BB came from."thats yo new nick name nigga" he informed me after about 2 minutes of his explaining the big joke of BB meaning boy buffy he told me to meet him outside his appt gates. I hade a car and could have just came tp pick him up but if his T Jones would have saw me she would have asked him alot of questions and mostly likely made up some bullshit she needed him to do. I pulled up im my Impalla and he got in even thou my car is by no means little when he got in his knees where all up on the dash(mostly cause i normally rode with female in my car) and he had to fix the seat. Chris was a little taller than me at 6'2 to my 5'10 he look much taller because he was so lanky. Chris was nowhere new rich but the fact that he was the only child and his Jones made money out the ass ment he was always fresh. He stayed with a fresh cut and since we was his boys he always took car of us if he was getting his hair cut i was too. Even thou Chris and I werent as close as me and Byrd he treated me like a little brother all my friends did since i was the youngest of all by 4 months. It wasnt wierd for me and Chris to just roll and chill but something was wierd about the way he was acting. We hade were chilling for about 2 hours and he didnt make one rude ass remark and it threw me off a little because that what we did he said some dumb shit and i said some dumb shit back it was oddly different......to be continued.