This is a voyage through the possibilities of who he is and who he can be in various universes. I welcome you to a world of each and every characteristic of DeVanté is existing as a separate entity in its own universe.
created: 23 February, 2018
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I didn't realize Father's Day was on Pac's birthday when I originally started writing this so I'm posting this in celebration. It's kind of long but, it's also a 2 for 1 special so, uhm... I hope you like it. :/
Tupac's your dad?
That would be my response if you asked me what was the most annoying question in the world. Legally, I guess... in a way, he is my dad. Although, in reality, he is far from it. He's my best friend, he's my angel sent from heaven to protect me, he is my provider, he is my favorite comedian. He is a lot of things except my father, he's far from it.
I've known him for more than half of my life. It's a complicated story, one I don't tell too often.
I was twelve when my mother died but, I was eleven when she sold me... for some shitty ass crumb. No, it wasn't a kilo, it wasn't a gram, it wasn't a quarter, it wasn't anything more than a watered down crumb. I met Pac a year before she sold me. He worked at my favorite pizza restaurant... and I had a crush on him, I guess. It wasn't exactly hard to like him, he's a likable guy for the most part! Always sliding me a cookie, putting extra cheese on our pizzas, smiling at me, calling me cute. He was a real life Romeo if you asked me back then. That was until he quit and when I tell you I was pissed off? Man! Two months after he quit, my mom sold me. I was confused. I thought she was clean, I was willing to swear by it. She looked clean, she acted clean. Relapse is a motherfucker, ain't it?
Her dealer was a pimp part time but, believe it or not... I wasn't tricked out. I was too smart. He put me to work. I had to cook, package, count, and occasionally deliver. I do my job well, I don't get my ass beat. Let's be honest, it is kind of hard to stay focused surrounded by fiends of all kinds. I'd be a liar to sat that just because Silky Ricky didn't trip off of me nobody else did. I turned twelve when Silky Ricky's favorite hoe, Chewy, snuck me off for a pregnancy test down at the clinic, we both took one. I was caught off guard because regardless of what would happen every few moon cycles, I had my period a couple of days prior. Silky was set up and Chewy knew about it.
