Moonlight Page #2

We was the first ones

on this planet.

I been here a long time...

but I'm from Cuba.

Lotta black folks in Cuba, but you

wouldn't know it from being here, though.

I was a wild li'l shorty, man.

Just like you.

Runnin' around with no shoes on

when the moon was out.

This one time...

I run by this old...

this old lady.

I was runnin', hollerin'...

and cuttin' a fool, boy.

This old lady, she stopped me.

She said...

"Running around...

catching up all that light.

In moonlight...

black boys look blue.

You blue.

That's what I gon' call you.

Blue."

So your name Blue?

Nah.

At some point you gotta decide

for yourself who you gonna be.

Can't let nobody make

that decision for you.

How you like swimming, man?

Hmm?

That much, huh?

Hey, hold up, hold up.

Pick one.

Aah...

Ha ha. Good choice.

Put it in your pocket.

Hey.

Yo, hold up.

Whoa, whoa, hey...

Come on.

What's going on, Little Man?

Come on!

Man, they're all the same

as mine.

At least mine don't look

like Freddy Kruger.

Yours ugly as hell.

Mine don't look like no peanut.

Telling you, mine does not

look like no peanut.

Who let his ass in?

Somebody with you?

Man, I swear it was locked.

Man, ain't no foul. Ain't no foul.

S'up?!

You're dead, baby!

Right in your face!

It's what I paid for.

It ain't what I bought.

Man, that's Grade A quality.

What else you want me to do?

Nigga, this sh*t look more like Grade C.

Man, look.

I ain't goin' with that, man!

I want my money back.

What?!

Ain't no refund, man.

Just stuff it, man.

Keep movin'. Go on.

Yo what's up?

You all right?

Thought you was on vacation

or some sh*t.

Come on, man.

No vacation out here.

I know the work, you know that.

Going to Switzerland

or some sh*t.

Switzerland, man.

Maybe Brazil, you know,

with two bad b*tches.

How Peanut working out?

Peanut good, man.

I got him at in check.

He's staying in his place,

you know.

They basin'?

Hell no, you know I ain't

gonna let that go down.

Yo, nigga, you lettin' people

light up at the spot, now?

- Hell no.

- The f...

Come on, you know I ain't

gonna let that happen, man.

The f***, man.

Yo nigga, what's up?

Hey, hey, it's all good, man.

- The f*** you doing?

- It's all good, Juan.

F***.

- It's all good...

- Get out the f***ing car!

- Calm down, man.

- Shut the f*** up.

What's wrong with you?

Who the hell you think you is?

Huh?

B*tch, get the f*** out of here.

What, so you gon'

raise my son now?

Huh?

You gon' raise my son?

Yeah... that's what I thought.

- You gon' raise him?

You gon' keep sellin' me rocks?

Huh?

Motherf***er.

Don't give me that "You gotta get it

from somewhere" sh*t, nigga.

I'm gettin' it from you.

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