“Jason, WHAT are you doing here?”
In an obvious drunken stupor, Jason responded, “Lisa I need to t-talk t-to you.”
“There is nothing that you and I need to discuss and seriously your behavior is making me feel very uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable! What you mean you feelin’ untomforcable?” (obviously drunk)
“I mean how’d you know I’d be here? Are you stalking me now?”
“Ain’t nobody stalking nobody. You just up and left the bank, you changed your number and now I see you done got yourself hooked up with another joker! Where’d you find ‘dis joker anyway? And who is this mo…”
Before he could get the next obscenity out, Keon spoke up and said, “Dawg, I think you need to watch it. Lisa, I’ll be at the car.”
Keon started pressing toward the car, keeping Jason in his view and Jason kept that mouth just a-running. In a loud ridiculous voice like the one Denzel Washington gave at the end of Training Day when he said, “King Kong ain’t got NOTHING on Me,” Jason, said, “EVERYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH LISA HAS TO DO WITH ME.”
While saying this, he grabbed my arm as I was about to pass him. This was too much for Keon to just sit back and watch so he doubled back, snatched me from Jason’s grip, stepped to Jason in that man-to-man, chest-to-chest stance and said, “Hey, don’t touch her.”
Now listen when I say that Keon was no punk, you better hear me…Keon was no punk. When I first met him, his temper would scare me because when people would cut him off on the road, he would retaliate by chasing them down and cutting them off or by getting out of the car to curse them out. However, after his son was born, he found the Lord and calmed down.
Even with that said Jason would definitely need to sober up if he thought he had a chance to fight Keon let alone beat Keon in a fight. But, being drunk, dumb and stupid, he must’ve thought that he had a chance. As he stumbled to get his footing, he swung at Keon and missed. Funny thing is, Keon didn’t even move, but Jason was so drunk that his judgment was off. He went to swing at Keon again and missed again. Tired of this, with one swing, Keon cold-cocked Jason right in the face and to make a long story short, Jason couldn’t get up. He blacked out for a minute and just stayed on the ground mumbling. I crouched down to get his phone, found his mother’s number and told her that he was drunk and would be coming to her house in a cab.
By this time, my mom had heard all of the commotion and came out of the house to check and see if everything was alright. Jason was still on the ground, groaning and carrying on. My mom looked at him, looked at Keon, then looked at me and back at Jason, and then burst into laughter.
She laughed so hard that it spilled over to my dad who was now standing outside. I didn’t think that the situation was funny, but when Keon started laughing, it made me chuckle a little. My mom and dad told me and Keon to keep going and that they would make sure that Jason got in the cab safely. She checked his wallet for money and I looked at her strangely because I couldn’t believe that she was about to take his money. Before I could say anything my mom was like, “What! I’m trying to make sure he got some money because I ain’t paying his cab fare.”
We all laughed at that, because there was truly a need for comedic relief. She and my dad helped Jason to the porch so that he could sit down. Although still clearly drunk, he was at least able to formulate words. That was my cue to leave. I just wanted to make sure that the brother was okay.