ATL

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My pops used to always say,

"Dreaming is the luxury of children "...

...and that I should enjoy it.

He was right.

Here it is, the last year of high school

for me and my friends...

...and this is all I can

ever really see myself doing.

When you got responsibilities,

you ain't got time to dream.

I guess it's the difference between

being a boy and a man.

And down South...

...you grow up quick.

Especially in the ATL.

This here is my 'hood.

Mechanicsville.

752 Mandeville Lane.

Middle of the city, center of our universe.

Wake up, ATL, it's 6:23.

It's your boy, Frank Ski in the morning.

And we've got another scorcher planned

for you here in the Dirty South.

I'm talking Dirty South hot

ATL weather today.

I tell you what, another heat index,

another record-breaking day.

"What is your ethnic background?"

I am a brother.

Uncle George,

my mama's brother.

He supposed to be raising us...

...but responsibility was not really

his strong point.

"Bisex- Heterosexual. "

Don't get it twisted, baby.

Hey, Ant. You want a ride, homeboy,

you better act like it.

- That's my little brother, Ant.

- All right.

I call him "Jellybean. "

Hardheaded on the outside,

soft on the inside.

And that's me, Rashad.

Heir to the family business,

Swann Cleaning Service...

...and man of the house.

"How would you describe your physique?

Trim, muscular, pleasantly plump. "

- What?

- Hey, let us get a box of cereal, man.

We ran out.

Man, they always eating.

Muscular.

I know how much is in there too.

One bowl each.

Yeah.

My boy, Esquire.

He's basically my best friend.

He got accepted to an Ivy League school.

There goes four.

Check out this brother, just grinning,

jogging through campus with a white girl.

Probably running from that crowd of

white boys on the opposite page.

Either way you look at it, man, you lucky.

Yeah, man. It ain't paid for yet.

I'm gonna need grants, loans,

a job and a dream to pay this tuition off.

"Ex-blackly. "

We had to drive across town

because E went to Mount Paran.

My boy book smart...

...maybe even borderline brilliant

to these kids...

...but he's just plain old Esquire to us.

Why you always be driving in our car?

- Get out the car.

- Look, boy.

With your stupid little outfit, man.

Rashad, I'm gonna hurt him.

Man, get out of here.

- Peace.

- You mean "War," brother.

War!

- How you doing, Mr. Sapp?

- Hey, Ben.

- Have a seat.

- Right.

I got the information you wanted

regarding the Falcon Society.

Let's have a look.

GPA is over 4.0.

Test scores are high.

Essay's strong.

All you need is a good letter

of recommendation.

You're in great shape.

I was wondering if

you could write that for me.

I'm flattered, Ben, I am,

but I'm not really the right person.

I'm sure your parents know a judge,

a businessman?

I don't think my parents

know anybody like that, sir.

Sometimes it's not what you know...

...but who you know.

Our school was a little different.

See, we in the Trey, Mechanicsville High.

Alma mater to some of

the greatest players in the city.

That's my boy Teddy right there.

He ATL for real.

Never been outside of 285.

Hey, what you doing here, man?

You must have lost your job.

Had to get my breakfast on.

Brother gotta eat.

Get it how you live, pimp.

- Brooklyn, from New y ork.

- No means no, man.

And reminds us of it every chance he get.

- Shining, ain't you?

- Can't you tell, man?

Guess you gonna fake it

till you make it, huh?

Man, these gonna be getting me the girls.

- Not without no game, it ain't.

- What up, Tondie?

- Can we talk right quick?

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