Jamereo became homeless after his mother died and father went to jail. He was sleeping on the subway trains and public buses riding them back and forth. He would stay at the library during the day because that was the only free place available. He would play video games on the computer, chatting, and Facebooking Annabelle. Although he couldn’t live with her at the time, she helped get him a cell phone, food stamps, and most importantly, stay out of trouble. She would talk on the phone with him all night until his battery ran out as he rode those cold buses. Jamereo heard about a program at the YMCA while taking a free shower there. He decided to enroll in it. He was assigned a case worker who seemed like a very nice guy. The man was professional,
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She doesn’t seem all that bad. She was actually very respectful to me. Is that part of her personality or do you tell all your girlfriends about me? ” Annabelle asks curiously.
“Yeah, I do.” Jamereo says calmly with swag, “They know not to fuck with you or talk shit about you. I put them in check. I put you over them, always. They gotta respect you at all times, no joke. I can call any one of them right now with you on the phone and they won’t say a thing. That’s how much control I have over they minds. That’s why I had you to answer the phone for me. I have nothing to hide from them, from you, or from anybody, you feel me? They are a bunch of nobodies to me.” Jamereo confidently says while shrugging his shoulders.
“Jamereo, you have to stop talking down on the women and men in your life, especially if they’re helping you. You know how women get. They become jealous. They want to feel like they’re the only one. You’re using these girls just for sex, that’s not cool. They want to feel special. They want to feel wanted. Do you want something more than sex?” asked a concerned but curious Annabelle.
“Yea, I do. But they hoes.” Annabelle glances at Jamereo again with a snide
She doesn’t seem all that bad. She was actually very respectful to me. Is that part of her personality or do you tell all your girlfriends about me? ” Annabelle asks curiously.
“Yeah, I do.” Jamereo says calmly with swag, “They know not to fuck with you or talk shit about you. I put them in check. I put you over them, always. They gotta respect you at all times, no joke. I can call any one of them right now with you on the phone and they won’t say a thing. That’s how much control I have over they minds. That’s why I had you to answer the phone for me. I have nothing to hide from them, from you, or from anybody, you feel me? They are a bunch of nobodies to me.” Jamereo confidently says while shrugging his shoulders.
“Jamereo, you have to stop talking down on the women and men in your life, especially if they’re helping you. You know how women get. They become jealous. They want to feel like they’re the only one. You’re using these girls just for sex, that’s not cool. They want to feel special. They want to feel wanted. Do you want something more than sex?” asked a concerned but curious Annabelle.
“Yea, I do. But they hoes.” Annabelle glances at Jamereo again with a snide