Bones Page #2

He has a good track record,|so just go with him.

Fine. Mars needs|a little bit of Venus.

If I'm going to sleep|in a spook house...

...surround me with chicks|more scared than me.

Speaking of which...

Why would you say that|about my sister, man?

- Oh, sh*t.|- Look who I found.

What? Tia.

That's the nastiest dog|I ever seen.

He's not as ugly|as some people I know.

Anyway, I'm naming him Bones.

Bones?

Let's go get the stuff|we need and bring it back.

- Shotgun.|- Shotgun.

- I said it first.|- No, you hear things late.

By the way...

Dad does know about this, right?

Are you kidding?

Patrick, man-

It's going to be cool, bro.|I'm telling you.

Hey!

What y'all doing over there|with that dog?

Is he yours?

Is he yours, sir?

Hell, no!

What do you care, then?

I'll tell you something, boy.|Shoot that dog.

Shoot the dog?

Whatever you say, sir.

I think it's nappy time.

Come on, Bones.

Tia, put him in the back.

Don't feed that dog!

What the hell's wrong|with you?

Some holes can't be filled...

...and some hunger|can't be satisfied.

Some people need to stagger|their medication.

I'm serious!|He'll only get hungrier.

Come on, Cynthia.

Y'all people|really don't like dogs.

Ma'am, you need any help|with those bags?

No, thank you.

Really, let us help.

We just moved|into the neighborhood.

We're going to be neighbors.

Let me help you out.

You moved onto this block?

Not really to live,|but to play.

See, I'm a DJ, right?

In that building?

It's going to be le hot sh*t.

Pardon my Francais.

We're making it a dance club.

Ever heard of|the Resurrection Brothers?

Should I?

Are they on the radio?

Nah, but they will be.|They're the best.

How do you know?

- I manage them.|- It's us.

And you bought that building?

Wait a minute.|You look a little familiar.

Are you sure|you're not from around here?

I was born near here...

...but after my mom died,|Dad moved to South.

I grew up in Rossmore Park.

You're a little dark|to grow up in Rossmore Park.

Yo, she's fine.

I guess this is not|Rossmore Park, but...

...thanks for the help.

Hey, anytime.

Here.

I guess|I'll be seeing you, then.

It was nice to meet you.

If she has psychic powers...

...how come she's working|here in Desolation Row?

Come on, man.

What happened to the ColoneI?

A gangsta of love|don't eat no fried chicken.

Why not?|You eat everything else.

The whole chicken distribution|network is owned by the Klan.

Man, don't even go there.

When's the last time|you seen a black chicken farm?

Yeah, special recipe.

There's something in the batter|that makes a black man sterile.

- Bullshit.|- Now hold up, man.

Why are you so concerned with|the plight of the black man?

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