Nate rushes to the basement of his homie Reggie’s crib. Arriving late almost missed the First match of Wrestlemania. 

Nate: Bro what I miss? (Taking his hoodie off in a panic)

Reggie: Not much bro. Hurry grab a beer and lock in bro, because this match has been non stop since the opening bell. 

Nate goes to the Mini Frig and grabs a beer and heads to the couch in front of the 75’ on the wall. A few matches go by before Reggie gets a call.

Reggie: Oh it’s my pops. (Turns down volume on T.V. before answering the phone) Yo pops what up…Oh nothing much just watching Wrestlemania with Nate…(Turns attention to Nate) My pops said what up.

Nate: Oh what up Mr. Albert . 

Reggie goes back to the conversation with his Father.

Reggie: So what’s up…(Laughs) Yeah you can. I just thought you needed something…Oh dad did you get the Sneakers I sent you?…Oh why didn’t you call me?…To tell me you got the sneakers last week…(Laughs) Ayo you outta pocket…You like em?…Bet I saw this other pair I wanted to get you…

The conversation goes as Nate’s eyes start to tear before he grabs another beer. The thoughts started to flood his mind about his own father.

Nate: {In Thought} Why do I feel like this? This feeling is not logical at all. How can I be jealous of a Father and son relationship when I clearly understand that my pop never wanted me. But yet and still I’m here fighting back tears because I want that.

Reggie: Alright pops I’ll talk to you later…Love you too. (He gets off the phone and turns his attention to Nate who is in a daze by the mini frig) Ayo Nate why the fuck you standing over there in a daze?

Nate: (Snaps out of daze) Oh nothing bro stuck in thought that’s all. (Gives off a fake laugh as he makes his way back to the couch) Everything cool with your pops. 

Reggie: Yeah he’s cool, but you are not. What’s up bro? Speak to me. 

Nate: I’m good bro.

Reggie: Don’t need to lie to me we are bros, and something is rattling in your mind let it out.

Nate: It’s silly nothing to waste breath on. 

Reggie: You need to waste breath on it, because you were looking like you were in a match with Brock in your head until I snapped you out of it. What’s Up?

Nate: Damn nigga fuck it. Seeing you interact with your father kind of got me. It shouldn’t have been seeing father son relationships on T.V, movies and in my everyday life puts me in this illogical slump. The thought of why my father never wanted me comes to mind. The thought of why he never tried to be a part of my life. The thought of why won’t he try even today to build a relationship. I know I’m thirty-one, but shit I would like to be wanted. I shouldn’t feel this way. It doesn’t make sense to even feel the slight nudge of jealousy I feel in these situations. Like I said, a waste of breath.

Reggie: It’s not a waste. You don’t have to hold that shit in bro. Talk to somebody about it, or talk to me. No need to stand in a corner with a beer in your hand zombified and shit. 

Nate: (Laughs) You silly bro, but forreal I don’t want to bother people with this nonsense. There are more pressing issues in this world than my feelings towards my father. 

Reggie:  Why do you do that?

Nate: Do what?

Reggie: Make it seem like the shit you are going through is not important enough to share. 

Nate: Because one I don’t trust people emotionally, I had too many times growing up when I was looked at weird for sharing how I feel. The other reason is because it’s not important. Life fucking happens and we just got roll on until the day we parish. 

Reggie: Bro I’m going to say this one thing and get back to this Wrestlemania. The pizza is on its way too so I want to eat more and talk less. Go to therapy my dude you have too much pint up shit that is going to eat you alive if you don’t release it in a healthy way. 

Nate: I know, but my trust issues run deep. If I sense that the therapist is only there for the money and not my well being. I will never go to therapy. 

Reggie: Damn nigga that is deep. You can always interview multiple therapists to find the right fit for you.(The doorbell rings) The pizzas here that be fifthteen dollars bro.

Nate: I cash app ‘d you already. 

Reggie: Oh yeah my bad 

Reggie goes and grabs the food as Nate continues to sip his beer and watch the show.