My name is Jamal Rashad Cornell but I prefer to go by “Poetre”. I am a 29 year old student at Full Sail University studying Creative Writing for Entertainment and an active duty Sergeant in the United States Marine Corps. I was born and raised in Greenwood, MS and have been writing poetry since June 2000. I aspire to open my own printing/publishing company to help beginning artists and writers find their places in the world.
“Jesus!!! Could you NOT do that to me?! You know I hate that!”
“Now, Jai, it wouldn’t be any fun for me if I warned you before scaring you,” PitStop said with a grin.
“Right, because everything is a joke to you.” Jai rolled his eyes.
“Who you gettin’ all pretty for?”
“Nunya, mane. Could you please let me finish getting dressed and stop harassing me?”
“Lisa. Oooh. Wait a minute? Isn’t that the girl we met at Barnes & Noble the other day?”
“How did you-?”
PitStop tapped his head with a sly grin. “Really?”
Jai hung his head. “Oh yeah. I forgot.”
“Wait. Jai has a date and didn’t invite us?!”
“Dear God, not you, too! Can y’all please let me have this evening to myself? I really like her!” Jai hung his head in desperation.
“No can do, señor,” mocked Lot. “We’re going, too. We need to know that she’s good enough for our dear boy and to make sure YOU don’t screw it up.”
“Me? Screw it up?” scoffed Jai. “You two are always buttin’ into the conversations, making me seem crazy.”
“But you are crazy, Jai,” PitStop and Lot said in unison, “you’re literally talking to yourself in the mirror. We’re just figments of your broken imagination.”