Against the Ropes Page #4

And you're busy,

so we'll come back.

You b*tches ain't going nowhere till we

get our rock! Give my man your bag!

There's just enough tokens

in there for my laundry.

- That's all I have with me...

- A dollar bill, maybe.

What am I, a punk?

A chump? You can just

smoke T.J.'s sh*t like it's a gift?

Man, come here!

Man, you done messed up my high.

Come on, Jackie, let's go!

Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

- I'm sorry.

- I don't forgive you.

"Where's my rock, b*tches?"

What about that guy, the way he

waxed the floor with both their asses?

- That was off the hook!

- Honey, no.

He was a thug

who out-thugged another thug.

A thug-and-a-half

if you count your boy Devon,

who is pathetic, Jackie!

His contract only cost a dollar.

You still overpaid!

- Call me later.

- I'm sorry.

You better be.

I'm going to see my cousin Malik.

I don't know why you mess with me,

all these criminals out here, man.

Oh, hey, Luther Shaw.

Jackie Kallen.

I bailed you out.

- I know you?

- No, no. Not exactly.

Listen. Do you have a minute

for a cup of coffee, a beer?

- How about a milk shake?

- A milk shake?

Yeah. Yeah, whatever you drink.

Listen, I know this is unusual.

Believe me, I don't make a habit

of bailing strangers out of jail.

That would make me a nut,

a broke nut.

And I'm not. I'm not nutty.

I'm just a person

taking a chance.

You might be interested in who I am

and what I have to say.

If you're not, I totally understand.

You don't owe me a thing.

lf, on the other hand, you are,

my car's parked around the corner.

I'm harmless. Really.

Really, the worst

I could give you is a ride.

It was brutal, you know,

it was beautiful the way you fought.

Yeah. I can tell you fought before.

You boxed.

You had some training,

you won some amateur bouts.

- You were good...

- Do you always talk like this?

- Like what?

- Too much?

- Actually, people have said...

- That's a yes.

Know what, pull over right here.

- Right here. Pull over right here.

- OK, Luther.

This sh*t you're talking is crazy.

I think you're crazy. You gotta be.

Hanging with crackhead Devon.

I wasn't hanging with him.

I came to see...

Look, I didn't know he was

doing crack, OK? It's sad.

Another black man bites the dust.

Thanks for the bail, b*tch.

- Jackie!

- What's up?

My name is Jackie!

Crazy broad.

What's happening?

Now, Luth, we ain't saying that

you ain't bad. We know that,

but don't be selling us some bullshit,

because you know you ain't mopped

the floor with no Devon Greene.

I'm telling you, man, I gave that fool an

old-fashioned, project ass-whupping.

I'm telling you, his partner

tried to get brave and sneak me.

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