Grow House Page #3

You mean patients.

I don't know if I want

all my info on file, bro,

'cause I'm skeptical on that "legal" sh*t.

What? Man, it ain't nothing like that.

Alright? They know we just want the hookup.

You need to stop smoking that

whack-ass weed. Got you paranoid.

We gonna get our medication, brother.

Yeah you right. What illness

you gonna go with though?

You know what? I been thinking about it.

I'm gonna keep it simple, man.

I'm gonna say I got

migraines and depression.

You call that simple?

Those near death symptoms.

Hmm.

What illness you gonna go with?

Loss of appetite. Period.

You gonna say you got your period?

Man that is mean.

I'm messing with you, man.

I know what you meant.

It's a joke, damn.

Loss of appetite, that's good, man.

'Cause can't nobody

tell you when you hungry.

You can't. Like, ask me "Am I hungry."

You hungry?

Yeah, I'm hungry.

Alright, let me ask you again.

You hungry?

Nah, I ain't hungry.

That's good as hell. Man, I

should have thought of that.

I told you. You can't think of...

- Hi guys!

- What they do?

I'm gonna need to see your photo IDs.

And have you sign in.

Come on... I told you we need an ID man.

Don't worry about it. I got that.

Thank you.

Look.

Rollin' Reg got his card

from Dr. Doobie, too.

- When he was on his feet.

- Damn.

Way before he was rolling.

- You goin' to hell.

- Alright.

The doctor will be with you momentarily.

You goin' first. You the

one got me acting like this.

- No I don't, man.

- I ain't never said nothing

about no handicapped people to you.

RECEPTIONIST:
Okay. You are all set.

Feel free to give us a call if you

have any questions about your card

or your medicine, okay?

Alright, so your total

for the visit is $125.

$25 for the card and the paperwork,

and $20 for the medicine.

Can you add all that up for me, honey?

$170.

$170?

I ain't spend no $170

dollars on no damn card, bro.

That's a whole quarter ounce right there.

PAT:
Would you keep calm?

The card said everything for $50.

That's still a eighth.

Look, do you wanna grow our own sh*t,

or do you wanna just keep complaining,

and getting ripped off?

I gotta think about that

sh*t, man. I don't know.

Okay, gentlemen.

- You go first.

- What?

Are you two together?

- Yes.

- No.

PAT:
Yes.

Yeah, we together.

The doctor will see you both.

- Cool.

- That's her...

- RECEPTIONIST:
Around the corner.

- DARIUS:
Where do we go?

Doctor.

DARIUS:
I appreciate that.

PAT:
It smell good. It smell like free sex.

Hi, guys. How you doin?

DARIUS:
Chill, man.

Yeah, help yourself.

Thank you.

So...

Are you together?

Yeah, we here together.

Hmm.

Just looking real careful.

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