Written by Jacob Ibrag
I’d follow you to the grave. Was I naive? Probably. You called
me when the sun revealed itself. “Calm down, tell me what
happened.” Words were swallowing each other, nothing made
any sense. It was clear, you did something. Didn’t want to tell me
though. The feds wanted you. You needed my help. “Of course.”
Would I eat these words later? Half of your hair was missing and
your shirt was stained red. “Is that your blood?” You nodded no.
The car was clearly stolen. If I got in, there was no going back.
I would be an accessory to your plight. When we were kids,
I’d always be the one that got into trouble. You’d always have
my back, no matter what. It would get bad and there you were at
the end of the tunnel, my light in the darkness. I had to do this,
no matter where this would all end up. We are brothers. “Till the
grave, lets ride.” Nothing you said made any sense, except the guy
that was locked up in your trunk. “Who’s back there?” Nothing,
you wouldn’t tell me. An hour went by and we finally made
a stop. At this point, I thought he was crazy. “Strip club?” We
walked to the trunk, I was afraid to see what you did. Why were
we here? My body was soaked in a pool of sweat and blood from
the passenger side seat. The trunk opened up and, “Dad?” Strippers
started coming out of the club with a sign that read, “Life
officially over tomorrow.” This was a bachelor party.
This was my bachelor party.