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this day. Our relationship was the so the so-called “muse” for the song.  I shoulda asked for residuals. The song was called “Fork in the Road” .  The title spoke for itself.
    Durran came from privilege.  His mother had some big fancy job with Ford in the finance department and his daddy was a Doctor.  They lived in a big house in St. Clair Shores off the Detroit River.  He was the only child and was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
    Despite the world of privilege that was handed to him, he tried his hardest to separate himself from it.  No matter how many events, programs, or extra-curricular things his parents tried to put him in, he rebelled every step of the way. 
    They put him in the best schools, just for him to get in trouble and get put out. It wasn’t due to him being dumb -he was smart as a whip.  He was given a full ride to Central Michigan University on a musical scholarship and stayed for a year before dropping out. His parents were livid. They threw him out, so he went to live with one of his cousins on Missy’s block.
    From then on he was on the grind.  He began selling beats and a little weed here and there to support himself . Eventually it paid off because now he is one of the most sought after producers in the music business.  A Durran Johnson production was damn near guaranteed to shoot to the top of the charts.
    He stayed in the clubs, bars, and anything that would showcase his talent.  He'd sell his demo tapes with whatever local singer or rapper he was working with at the time.  Any party he was going to he’d beg the Dj to play any of his tracks. Whatever little money he got he would spend it toward studio time until he was able to get his own studio equipment.
    Because he dropped out of school, his parents took back his car so he also didn't have any transportation.  My mother had gotten me a little red Ford Escort. I swear I burnt out the clutch on that car taking him all over the city to beat battles, studio sessions and wherever else to get his music heard.
    This was also at a time when he was semi-homeless.  He’d be going from pillow to post in those days. My mother was working nights and when he didn't have any place to go I'd sneak him into the house. We'd sleep in the basement on the pullout couch. 
    There were many a night we had close calls but we never got busted.  Not one time. But none of it matter to me because I believed in his art and his music.  I believed in him.
    Finally the demo he made with Natina happen to get into the hands of DJ at Hot 105.9. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was in December and there had just been a real heavy snow-damn near blizzard.  I was at home studying.  Durran and I were taking a break.  I had gotten wind of some ill shit between him and Natina. And besides the fact Durran had a tendency to be spoiled. I had decided that I needed some space.
    It was around eight in the evening. There was a heavy banging on the door. At first it scared me because I was home by myself, but when I heard someone call my name, I knew it was him.
    "Open the door Keisha!! Open the door!!"
    "What's wrong with you?" I asked mad as hell opening the door.  Like I said we were on the outs, I was getting tired of his selfishness.
    "Turn on the radio!" He demanded as he barged into the house.
    "What?" I asked
    He didn't answer he just turned on the radio in the living room as loud as it would go. Only then did I understand his urgency.
    Natina's soft voice danced perfectly with his beautifully crafted production.  It was surreal.  All his hard work was finally realized.  And the first person he thought about sharing it with was me.
    "Can you believe it, Mama?" he asked beaming from ear to ear.
    "That's my shit! That's my shit!!" He ran picked me up and swung me around.
    "I know baby!!” I said while holding his face within my hands. I remember staring into his eyes at that moment and just knowing that we would be together for the rest