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                I pointed to my chess. “Who, me?” I asked, looking at the woman I didn’t know.
                “Yes, you.  I can’t remember your name, but I never forget a face.”
                “You must think I’m someone…”
                Anna interrupted, “Kiley, I’ll see you around.  It was good seeing you again.”
                I said goodbye to Anna and turned to face the other woman.  “Seriously, you must think I’m someone else.  I’ve never seen you before.”
                She smiled. “Maybe not.  Then, you won’t have a problem calling me if I give you my phone number.  I hoped that wasn’t your girlfriend, because I saw you over there standing by yourself.”  She reached out and gave me a piece of paper.
                “That was pretty smooth.  And your effort has definitely earned you a call.”
                “I hope so,” she said, and then stepped down.  She waved goodbye and walked off with her friends. 
                I put the number in the pocket of my blue jean shorts and looked around for Desmon.  I could see the team heading to the locker room, so I made my way over to the door so I could congratulate him on his way out. 
                I stood for a long while and waited.  A few fans from the other side were close by and talked shit as the players came out in bunches.  Finally, when Desmon and his crew came out, somebody threw a tiny rock that hit him on the side of his face.  I didn’t do shit but back away.  Niggas swarmed like bees and went at it.  There wasn’t a cop, or nobody in sight to stop the action.  I kept my eyes on Desmon, as he seemed to have everything under control.  That was until I saw this grown-ass fool pull a knife out of his pocket.  Foolishly, Desmon challenged him and that’s when I intervened.  I grabbed Desmon by the back of his shirt, pulling him backwards. Not knowing who I was, until I stood between them, Desmon had his fist bald up, about to punch me. The fool with the knife charged at me, and the tip of his blade slit my arm.  I raised my shirt, pulling out my glock from down inside my pants.  I aimed it at him, and with no hesitation, I pulled the trigger.  It caught his shoulder and he fell backwards.  After that, the place scattered with people.   Everyone ran to their cars in fear of getting shot.  I followed Desmon to his car, and after he unlocked the doors, we both got in.  He slammed the door and looked over at me.
                “What the fuck did you do that for?  I don’t need your damn help.”
                “I wasn’t helping you.  That son of a bitch cut me, nigga.  Now, shut the fuck up and get me the hell out of here.”
                He leaned back in the seat. “I ain’t going nowhere. Going back to jail might be good for you.”
                I pulled the gun from my pants again and aimed it at Desmon. “By the time I count to three, this piece of shit ass car better be heading off this lot like all the rest.  If not, just remember that I loved you.  TWO!”
                “But, you skipped one.”
                “Three!”  I turned my head away from Desmon and pulled the trigger again. His driver’s side window shattered and he immediately cranked up the car.
                “Well, damn!  You don’t be bullshittin’, do you?” He said, driving off. 
                I ignored him and watched as more cars rushed off the crowded parking lot.  The police quickly made their way through and raced by us on the way out. 
                “Do you see all this ruckus you’ve caused?”  Desmon said, looking at the police cars and hearing the loud sirens. “And what about my window?  I want my window fixed—soon!”
                I looked at my arm as blood dripped