The Chronicles of the Black Pack – Pt. 2

The WORLD PREMIERE of “The Chronicles of the Black Pack – Part 2″ is right here and right now.  What part of Dre, Mike, Rob and James will we learn about here?  Who will they mess around with?  Who will have success?  Let’s find out…

Part 1

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Andre and I were juniors in college when James was a freshman and Rob was a sophomore.  We all happened to stay in the same freshman dorm, Raymond Hall.  We had a reputation in Raymond to always be the best dorm – keep the girls coming in, have the best step team, and have the coolest guys on campus, period.  Some of the other dorms didn’t like that, and Andre and I became friends when a rival dorm, Jones Hall, tried to invade our dorm.  I was the tactician and Andre was the muscle, being an up-and-coming football player.  We kicked those Jones guys asses that night so badly that the RAs didn’t even bother reporting us – they were proud we defended our home turf.  The following year, he and I wanted to stick around Raymond to keep that tradition going strong of being the best on campus, and Rob emerged as a dorm leader early.  He had a silver tongue and it was so powerful that he could convince nearly anyone of nearly anything.  He didn’t pay for anything, ever.  Considering that we went to one of the best HBCUs in the country, I was always shocked that Rob skated through with ease just using his gift of gab.  Rob dominated the speech and debate circuit, as well as both the political science and philosophy departments of Blackwell College, as Andre really turned up his football career.  I took the education department by storm, and by the time James arrived, we were some sort of a trio on campus.

By my senior year we had our hands in a lot, though by no means were the most powerful or influential guys on campus.  We simply stuck to our strengths and dominated wherever possible.  James really entered the business department and academically, we were the top men in our fields.  Andre, Rob and I all felt the urge to continue that bond with Raymond, and we happened to vibe well with James.  Rob and James went back and forth back then, which wasn’t surprising considering Rob’s aggressive northeastern demeanor and James’ laidback Midwestern attitude.  James had a way of letting things roll off of his back, and he’d ask me sometimes, “Matt man, why didn’t Rob ever come after you?”  I’d tell him, “Because Dre and I made it clear early not to fuck with us.”  And Rob messes around, but he never did fuck with us.  Nevertheless, after we all graduated we stayed in Atlanta.  I’m a native of Decatur, and entered the Atlanta Public School system as a 4^th grade teacher.  Andre got drafted by the Falcons in a late round and made the team.  Rob got into the top law school in the city and is about to finish his 3^rd year.  James just last year got that great job I was talking about earlier, and in a wild twist, we all stayed in Atlanta.

1. She got so boring to me – I was just tryin’ to enjoy the night, you know?”

The penny dropped on this poor girl; Rob had gotten too close and got frightened.  Nobody’s history is usually very exciting – anybody who’s been on a date can tell you that.  You feign interest because it’s common courtesy, and if you’re really intrigued in your date’s story then you probably already liked them and wanted to know more about them.  I can’t say I haven’t been bored on a date before, but with Rob it was always the same.  He had a magnetic ability to attract beautiful, intelligent women routinely, but he just can’t seem to commit.  It can happen to any of us, for any given reason.

“After that boring-ass dessert – I ain’t even enjoy my cake – we rolled back to the crib.  She whispered in my ear, ‘Will you make love to me?’  I told her I’d take care of her, and beat it out the frame!  Ha!  She left the next morning and I haven’t talked to her since.  She’ll be aight.”

Rob was a fool, but his love life is an accurate reflection of his life in total.  He wants to hold all the cards, make all the moves, and he does the fucking – not the other way around.  And his way with words has helped him do that every single time.  But James’ astonishment never ceased with how Rob treated his vast amount of opportunities.  He took a swig of his beer to wash the taste of shock out and said, “You are tripping.  Hard.  You keep on having quality women come your way and you fuck them – literally.  I’m not even getting quality women, while you get all-around bad bitches all the time.  Something is wrong with you, bruh.”  I could see those two about to go back at it like normal, and Andre just kept on enjoying the fights, like a true spectator of two gladiators in the ring.  My phone started buzzing, and I had a little appointment right then.  But that’s how the four of us operated, and we enjoyed every minute of it.