Blood and Bone Page #3

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a long, introspective conversation

- with your dick there, homes.

- Tell me about the girl.

She's James's girl.

That's all the f*** you need to know.

F*** me.

Angela Soto. All right, that's her name.

James turned her real bad

She was married, matter of fact,

to a man, a choirboy

I forget his name

Word on the street is,

James set him up, triple homicide,

sent his black ass to jail.

James just swooped in,

snatched the girl for himself

But the f***ed up thing is,

I heard she was pregnant.

This motherf***er took her to a clinic

and got that baby...

After that,

she got hooked on the horse

and that's the end of that sordid tale.

Don't you ever tell me

to tell you that story again because

that's the type of sh*t that make a brother

lose all hope in humanity and sh*t.

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

So this guy, first time up, first hole,

first game, he swears,

par five, shoots an eagle.

An eagle, first try!

- Couldn't believe it.

- Wait. That reminds me, Darryl,

you get that thing off to Franklin?

Franklin, dude,

don't even worry about that guy.

We could have some music.

- Yes.

- Good idea.

- Well, I'll get it, baby.

- Okay, okay.

Yeah, I'm usually shooting like a 79, 80.

This guy, 72, first game.

A little white-boy music to aid digestion?

What's wrong, you don't think that

brothers are down with Wang Chung?

Take your baby by the hand

See, he knows it.

Make her do a high handstand

Take your baby by the heels

- Come on, sing with me.

- See?

- Do the next thing that you feel

- Do the next thing that you feel

Sing with me. You don't know it, right?

- We were so in phase

- We were so in phase

- In our dance hall days

- In our dance hall days

- We were cool on craze

- We were cool on craze

- When I, you, and everyone we knew

- When I, you, and everyone we knew

- Could believe, do

- Could believe, do

- and share in what was true

- and share in what was true

Darryl,

don't take this personal.

What?

- Get over here!

- Oh, my God!

Shut the f*** up!

Shut up, shut up.

God!

What good are you anymore?

You ain't nothing but a junkie.

What is the music on that thing?

It's a new joint, man.

By what's-his-name, you know,

the cat does the song, Homegirl

Yeah, well turn it off.

You know I don't like profanity in my home.

My bad. It's off.

What is that thing anyway?

That, man, is the PKL 370.

Better known as the Pickle.

And check it. If I call you up,

all you gotta do is press star 40,

and it automatically activates a GPS

that can find you anywhere by satellite.

It's tight, huh?

You know if you ever use that thing on me,

I will kill you.

I'm messing with you, man.

Check this out.

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