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how to do is move weight and I honestly ’don’t know if I’m good at anything else. I’ve never tried my hand at anything other than hustling. It’s the only thing I was taught as I child. Not doing it anymore would feel strange.
    Maybe, I ’ll take the money I got saved up and see what Lubbock got popping. Or shit maybe I can go up North and get money with them Jersey niggas. I got family in Jersey.
    I began to remove the blood pressure cuff that was strapped to my arm and then went to pull the cords loose that was hooked up to the vitals machine. I needed to get out of this hospital and get to a calm place where I could think more clearly.
    While B.B. was out in the hallway on the phone, I pressed down on the button to call a nurse, and then walked over to the closet area that held all of my personal belongings. I opened up the closet door and pulled the bag out. It contained my wallet, my torn and bloody clothes and that was it.
    I sat the bag down on the floor and thought about everything that I had on me before I had gotten into the accident. There was the gun that was taken into police custody, there was my cell phone that was sitting on the lunch tray by the bed, and then there was---my keys.
    Where the fuck are my keys?
    I jerked the closet door back opened and looked around the space to see if maybe they had fallen. When I didn ’t see them anywhere, I frantically began to search around the hospital room.
    “ Can we help you Mr. Jackson? You should not be out of your bed right now. What is it that I can get for you?” the nurse asked and gripped my arm.
    I jerked my arm away from her and turned to look into her face. She was a heavy set black lady that looked to be in her mid-thirties. She had cute chubby face and wore her hair in neat bun with some bangs that fell down the middle of her forehead.
    “Where the fuck are my keys?” I asked with as much patience as I felt.
    “ What keys? Everything that you had on you when you came in was placed in a bag that is labeled personal belongings and is tagged with your name,” the nurse said and reached for my arm, but I pulled away before she could grip it.
    “ Okay, but my keys were not in there. I would have had them on me when I came in. They’re always on me.”
    “ Mr. Jackson, I need you to calm down. I will check the log book to see what was recorded and I will check with Lost and Found. Just get back in your bed right now.”
    “ I’m not getting back in no fucking bed. As soon as I find my damn keys, I’m leaving!”
    “ The doctor hasn’t discharged you yet. You need-””
    “ I said I was fucking leaving! Find my damn keys!” I yelled putting more bass in my voice than before so she knew there was nothing to argue about.
    She stepped away from me and swiftly walked out of my room. B.B. stepped back inside and saw that I was pissed and panicking.
    “What the hell going on? Step outside to call Kira and hear you in here-””
    I cut him off . “My fucking keys are gone. Have you seen them?”
    “ Nope. Did they not put it with the rest of your stuff?” B.B. dumbly asked.
    “ Nigga, if they had put it with the rest of my stuff then I wouldn’t be going crazy looking for the shit.”
    I stood frozen trying to think. The last time I had my keys they were connected to the keys of Jahzara ’s rental car. I had to go and find her. She was somewhere in this hospital. I had to go talk to her and see if she had my keys in her possession.
6: Jahzara
     
    I placed a spoonful of Jell-O into my mouth and frowned at the television as they began to play an episode of The Simpsons. I was so fucking tired of watching the same shit over and over again and couldn’t wait to leave this place so I could see some real damn cable.
    I was healing quicker than the doctors had expected and would be well enough in a few days to go for my third surgery that was required to repair the tear in my aortic wall. They had temporarily placed an instrument there to