Doing Hard Time Page #3

How's the coaching going, man?

Not bad. We got a couple

of promising Olympic contenders.

There you go.

Must have been pretty disappointing...

not to be able to compete when you got out.

Yeah, but I can't say

I'm not happy coaching.

- Can I ask you a personal question?

- Sure.

How do you survive it?

- Survive what?

- Prison.

- You got to destroy the light.

- What light?

You gotta flip the cool light off,

and turn the mean one on.

You gotta not give a f*** if you live or die.

Where nothing means nothing.

The cool light off.

The mean light on.

One more time.

Have any of you little girls

seen Jimmy the Runt?

Little girls?

that only 5% of all people

knows and teaches the truth.

And 10% conspires to hide it.

No, that ain't the truth.

The truth is black people

were the original people on this planet.

Right.

Just look at civilization.

We're the mother and father to that.

What happened was

a scientist came along...

and created the white man

from the black man...

and in turn,

tricked the black man into slavery.

- I don't believe that.

- That's what happened.

I'm a Christian man.

I mean, I believe in Jesus.

I don't think that's what it was.

It is. And y'all need to just marinate on that

a little bit while I go take this piss.

He don't get it.

You got to learn your daily mathematics.

That's the truth.

Your move.

I'm Durty, man. Durty Curt from Detroit.

Good for Detroit. We're playing a game here.

I'm talking to you

or this fat bastard over here?

- Look, motherf***er...

- It's cool. He can speak to me.

So anyway, your man,

Raymond Carver, Razor?

- We got a little problem, man.

- No, you don't.

We had some business in the street,

all right?

The n*gger reneged and tried to rob me.

I know he mentioned it.

I don't know what you're talking about,

Durty, or whatever your name is.

Somebody cheat you out of something...

file a complaint

with the Better Business Bureau.

I come to politic some business,

and you're sitting here playing games?

No, you came to see if I'd flip

if you touched Razor.

Razor's a punk b*tch, no argument.

But he work for me.

And he'll keep on working for me

without drama until I say otherwise.

There's your answer.

You got a problem with that,

you got a real problem, son.

No, ain't no problem. No problem at all, bro.

What, did I miss something?

What the f*** you do that for?

That's to let you know, the end

you kick back to me just went up 10%.

You gonna move, n*gger?

You take care of me,

I take care of you, all right?

I don't want the n*gger in my house.

N*gger, I know you laying up in my sh*t

with my b*tch.

Put that on Razor.

Your man Durty

ain't gonna see the week out.

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