Friday, June 23, 2006

Choose Your Own Adventure (Part 3)

Click here for Part 1 and Part 2. I really wish you guys had picked the VIP stripper option. That one was going to be funny.

Jamal fought with his conscience for a minute. His libido wanted to follow the girl in to the VIP, but his brain thought better of it. He didn’t want to be the type of guy that paid for sex. Besides, Jamal didn’t have any condoms with him.

“Sorry, Love! I ain’t got another hundred” he lied. He looked around the club for his next table dance and then remembered Lorenzo’s beef. Jamal reluctantly walked to the bar to come to his cousin’s defense.

“Is there a problem here?”

“Nah, we cool”, Lorenzo said. “This nigga just spilled a drink on my throwback. He was just about to apologize.”

A lanky, John Salley looking brotha replied, “Fuck you, nigga. Yo clumsy ass bumped into me!”

Lorenzo cocked back his right arm and prepared to swing. Jamal intervened grabbing his cousin’s wrist. He pushed him away from the bar and guided him back to their table. John Salley and his homeboy headed in the other direction. They had dodged a bullet. Jamal couldn’t fight and Lorenzo could fight too well. The volatile situation was diffused for the time being.

“Man, just calm down and watch the girls.”

For a moment, Lorenzo complied, but the anger resonated on his face. Sensing the tension, Jamal decided to take action. He suggested that they smoke another joint. The cousins went to the bathroom and lit up the weed. They rotated the spliff back and forth until nothing remained but a small roach, which fell on Jamal’s cream shirt leaving a small hole. Just as Jamal and Lorenzo were exiting the restroom, a burly bouncer busted in, startling the cousins.

“Y’all can’t smoke weed in here”

“We ain’t smoking”
Jamal retorted, but his crimson eyes and high stupor revealed that statement as bullshit.

“Y’all gotta go or I’m gonna call Five-O”

“Fuck your old bullshit club. We was leaving anyway!”
Lorenzo yelled.

Jamal staggered out to the parking lot, followed closely by Lorenzo. Their night had come to an abrupt end. Although it didn’t go according to plans, Jamal had fun. So much so that he wasn’t quite ready for the night to end. He suggested that they go to the party he was invited to. He started the Navigator, punched in the coordinates on the GPS, and headed across town to find his “train girl.” Jamal’s driving was a little erratic, compliments of his first experience with marijuana, but he managed to safely arrive at the venue. Upon exiting the vehicle, they realized that the party was letting out and the hordes of revelers were now parking lot pimping.

Jamal scanned the crowd looking for “train girl”. Although he had only seen her once, he knew that he would recognize her if he saw her again. A cool breeze ran across Jamal’s midsection, a reminder of his earlier mishap with the joint. Fiddling with the hole in his shirt, he staggered across the street towards the front of the building with Lorenzo following closely behind. About halfway to the entrance, Jamal caught sight of his intended prey and stopped dead in his tracks.

“Train girl” was standing at the top of the steps, a vision in all white. Jamal scanned her slowly, taking mental notes. He drank in her visage, especially enamored at the way her hair rested comfortably at the nape of her neck. She was casually chatting with a guy, who no doubt was trying to take her home. Her disinterest was obvious to Jamal and he was faced with another dilemma. Should he:

A: Wait for the guy to leave and then approach her.
B: Cock block the guy and take his woman.
C: Go home and call her later.

Before he could make a choice, he heard Lorenzo yell out.

“Watch out Jamal!!!”

But it was too late. Jamal was broadsided by a Honda Accord. He flew backwards and crumbled in a heap in the middle of the street. Jamal thought to himself "Damn, this was fun!" and lost consciousness.

It was written…


Blogger thee modern isis said...

damn.. im mad he was just about to get up some courage to approach the girl and got hit by a damn Honda. well.. maybe the girl will remember him and run to his side.

yanno.. in the real adventure books I would have flipped back to the club scene and seen what the results of the VIP stripper scene were. =\

Fri Jun 23, 11:05:00 AM  
Blogger NegroPino™ said...

Me too....but damn what kinda adventure was that?

Fri Jun 23, 11:17:00 AM  
Blogger 4EverJennayNay said...


well lets back up. in the books you could skim ahead, change your mind and go back to better adventure...

do we have that option here????

Cause now I really wanna know what happened with the stripper. The good thing about a fantasy is that you dont have to be responsible.

Fri Jun 23, 11:20:00 AM  
Blogger 4EverJennayNay said...


just incase Jamal is a real live gumby and bounces back from that, he should B cock block and go for the girl. There's still a chance.

Fri Jun 23, 11:26:00 AM  
Blogger The Stiltwalker said...

so he dies. WHAT THE HELL. TCAS I'm gone beat yo ass.

Fri Jun 23, 11:29:00 AM  
Blogger T. Cas said...

It's y'all fault. You chose the wrong adventures. LMAO

Fri Jun 23, 11:39:00 AM  
Blogger nikki said...

oh HELL nah. this is utter bullshit.

see people, this is what happens when you choose the punk route instead of letting jamal get some ass.

Fri Jun 23, 11:56:00 AM  
Blogger The Stiltwalker said...

uh, I chose the possible venereal sex and the bungee jumping. how they hell he got his punk ass killed/injured/whatever is on the rest of your readers.

Fri Jun 23, 12:32:00 PM  
Blogger i like liquor and tv said...

haha, this was great.

*slow claps*

Fri Jun 23, 12:53:00 PM  
Blogger Nika Laqui said...

Ok, T.Cas, I know you did this with your adventure books, cause I did it...

I would go back and choose a different outcome....

So can I go back and chose Jamal going to VIP....PLEASE!!!

I really am curious to see how that ended....

Fri Jun 23, 01:10:00 PM  
Blogger Cocoa Girl said...

LOL...that's what ya'll get!!!!!

I told you say no to the cousin answer!

You feel robbed, right???

Cas, you're the bomb!

Fri Jun 23, 01:17:00 PM  
Blogger T. Cas said...

I'll post the VIP stripper alternate version sometime this weekend. Only because I was halfway done writing it, because I swore you would pick that option.

Y'all crazy!!!

Fri Jun 23, 01:22:00 PM  
Blogger Mocha_Grl said...


A'ight let's hear about the stripper, but if ol' boy lives, I wanna hear about his cock blockin' experience.

Fri Jun 23, 01:56:00 PM  
Blogger NegroPino™ said...


Fri Jun 23, 02:39:00 PM  
Blogger P said...

We want to hear the "I'm in love with a strippa" Version.

Hurry up, times a'wastin.

Fri Jun 23, 02:50:00 PM  
Blogger P said...

By the way, choose your own adventure WAS THE BOMB back in the day.

Fri Jun 23, 02:50:00 PM  
Anonymous The Goddess said...

I'm sure after hooking up with the stripper he'll find himself burnin' and down at the local clinic. How do you to and get hit by a car on your B-day. That's SOME adventure. Tee hee hee!

Fri Jun 23, 03:19:00 PM  
Blogger fallen angel said... what happened after that?.... Jamal's adventure over just because he got broad-sided by a Honda Accord?

Fri Jun 23, 03:36:00 PM  
Blogger The Stiltwalker said...

LOL @ the ppl that yelled "booooooooooooooooooo!!!!!"

Fri Jun 23, 04:39:00 PM  
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Fri Jun 23, 10:59:00 PM  
Blogger The Mistress said...

Damn, I never had one of these "Choose Your Own Adventure" books as a kid....I missed out!

I must've been too busy making Barbie and Ken perform oral sex on eachother to read anything.

Anyhow, good posts but please oblige your readers and come on with the stripper story!

Fri Jun 23, 11:00:00 PM  
Blogger cupcake27 said...

you gave me the "BLUE BALLS" I thouht it was gonna be more but I liked the story it was very good.....

Sat Jun 24, 01:43:00 PM  
Blogger Honey-Libra said...

Dang just when he was about to get her number....I agree with thee I would have seen what happened with him and the stripper LOL

Tue Jun 27, 04:23:00 PM  

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