Friday Page #2

For real?

l thought you had the day off

yesterday.

l did.

l went in to pick up my check,

came home...

supervisor called me

about 4:
00...

talking about they got me

on videotape stealing boxes.

What the f*** you doing

stealing boxes for?

You trying to build a clubhouse?

l know you aint

go out like that.

Hell, no.

Aint got me on tape.

She said they did,

fired me on the spot.

Talking about pressing charges.

Goddamn!

You got to be stupid

to get fired on your day off.

Pops talking about

kicking you out again?

Goddamn!

Look!

Hi, you guys.

Man.

Her mama got ass, too.

Just give me three and a half

minutes, maybe even four.

Shell be wanting

to marry a n*gger.

Who? Her mama?

Older the berry,

the sweeter the juice.

lts the blacker the berry,

the sweeter the juice.

She blacker

than a motherf***er, too.

l aint f***ing with you.

She wanted to give me the ass

one time. l had to go to work.

Wonder where she going?

She probably going to that

new health club on 108th.

They opened that already?

l heard they hiring, too.

You need to go there

with your out-of-work ass.

Hold up.

My moms in there.

She about to go to work, though.

l know you dont smoke weed.

l know this...

but lm gonna

get you high today...

cause its Friday,

you aint got no job...

and you aint got sh*t to do.

Anyway,

what you doing up so early?

l tried to catch you

before you went to work...

let you know what happened

to Red ass.

Whats up?

You know Deebo had his bike

for three weeks, right?

Right.

So Deebo...

l won. Gimme my money.

-You what?

-l lost.

Roll the dice.

Deebo.

Hold my money.

Watch him.

Can l talk to you?

Sh*t.

Pops tripping.

He want me to ask

for my bike back.

You know l wouldnt trip.

What bike?

Beach Cruiser--

the one l let you use...

the one l been asking about.

Oh, that bike.

l didnt know you wanted it.

lts right here.

Follow me, holmes.

lts like its both of ours.

We just keep it at my house.

Sh*t!

Thats my bike, punk!

You got knocked the f*** out!

You want some of this, too,

old man?

Get in this car.

l dont know why you come here

messing with these people.

Hurry up!

They got in the car

and boned out!

You lying.

l swear to God. We was rollin.

Damn.

Tell that little girl

to stop playing on my phone.

What little girl?

Joi. She keeps calling

and hanging up.

lts her cause l star-69ed her,

and she hung up again.

l dont like her

disrespecting my house.

You tell her l said to stop it,

all right?

Hi, Mrs. Jones.

Hi, Smokey.

What time your mama leavin?

ln a little while. Why?

Cause l wanna smoke this joint.

Lets go to my house real quick.

Cant do sh*t here.

Damn. Lil Chris got you, too?

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