J.D.'s Revenge Page #3

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I mean, like, all the time, Tony.

They just come on me like that,

for about a week now.

I'm turning into an aspirin junkie.

Oh, man, sounds like tension to me.

Hey, you got a heavy load at school

and you're driving that cab in between.

Now that's bound to get to you.

Maybe I got high blood pressure

or, uh, or that, uh, hyper...

- Hypertension.

- Tension.

Yeah.

Maybe I ought to see a doctor.

Well, look, there's a brother here

named Dr. Caldwell.

I'll ask him to check you out.

But I bet you he tells you

the same thing I'm saying to you.

Man, you're working too hard.

Call him, OK?

Say, Ike.

You want that strawberry cream pie?

Hmm?

- Ike.

- Hmm?

Where did you get this?

Oh, a little old second-hand shop

over on, uh... You like it?

Oh, sure, but what are you

gonna do with it?

I mean it's not exactly you,

if you know what I mean.

I'm sorry.

It's cool.

You're perfectly healthy. You don't have

hypertension or high blood pressure.

As for those headaches,

they're probably emotional.

All I can recommend is that you lay back

on the studies a bit and on the job.

Maybe meditate.

Smoke some weed.

And if the headaches come back,

you come back and we'll check further.

But I don't think

there's any problem.

Nothing physical...

Ike, don't let that mind of yours

play tricks on you.

You're a perfectly normal young man

who's burning the candle

at both ends, that's all.

It don't go down that way

and she knows it,

and she's messing with me,

and no one messes with Enoch Land.

You hear me?

You tell Doris what I said.

You tell that b*tch

I say she better straighten up,

or I'm gonna go over personally

and get into it with her. You dig it?

Homeboy! Homeboy!

Hey.

- Kiss my ass.

- Hey...

- Long time no see, blood.

- Enoch, how's it been, man?

All right.

Hey, look, uh... you still

into a lot of things, ain't you?

You know,

a man's gotta make a living.

Er, what brings you down, blood?

Maybe you got someplace

we can go and talk.

Yeah, step into my office.

Don't tell me,

don't tell me, young blood,

you decided to steer johns?

Man, with your cabs and my ladies,

we could clean up.

And it's a percentage game, you know.

You get a good piece of the action.

No, no, Enoch,

ain't nothing like that, man.

Uh... I just want to put some money

on a number, that's all.

Look a-here, look a-here.

My man decided to get down.

Man, do you know I've been wanting you

to play for over a year now?

You know, uh... a dollar.

Mm-hmm.

Yes, sir.

Good doing business with you, blood.

You know it ain't steering,

but the numbers is a good start.

Uh, what you want?

Oh, uh...

- 141.

- Mm-hmm.

Like I said, blood,

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