It's Not My Fault and I Don't Care Anyway Page #5

- Oh, ohhhh. That

Chinese man said the N word!

Now you, you can get very angry.

Put your hand around his neck.

Okay.

Yeah, now lift

him up on da wall.

Yeah.

You wanna pay now?

Yes please.

That's what I thought you'd say.

Sorry.

We cool. We cool.

Shouldn't I learned

how to punch him?

Naw, naw. That is the

only move you'll ever need.

Trust me.

He was right.

So it was Johnny's idea that

I wear these Halloween fangs

and give them em a little peek.

So that everybody wondered

if Johnny really had

a demon after all.

You gonna pay now?

Okay! Okay! Okay.

I felt pretty bad

about it, but whenever I did

I'd just get high some more.

At this point I realized

that I was turning into an

actual criminal. And

I wasn't proud of it at all.

But I also knew it was one of

the only class of people that

could get high all the time.

Pretty soon after that,

we heard about Diana.

So, I started seeing this I

guy who I bought coke from.

Now, how do I know you're not

just using me for my cocaine?

Well, how do I know you

are just using me for my body?

I guess mainly cause

I ain't used your body yet.

Well then, mister.

We are behind schedule.

His name was Lil Charles.

It was one of those

ironic nicknames.

And like he was beautiful.

He has this scar on his chin.

And that's the adventure

scar and I know cause

Indiana Jones has one.

And like everything

would have been fine,

except I wanted

to go to his place.

He liked it at my dad's place,

but I specifically wanted

to f*** at his place in

the hood cause I thought

it'd be hotter.

So, you know.

But also, I was right,

it was stupid good.

F*** yes!

- We'd f*** like we

were in the Olympics.

If there was an

Olympics for f***ing.

Which would probably be

pretty good for the ratings.

And uhm,

he bragged about me, and like,

that's why people knew

about it, but he

wasn't in on it.

Like he's questionable,

sure but, he's good at heart.

So, I was over at

Johnny's place making banana

pancakes for me and Charles,

Moose and Johnny

and some girls were there.

And I can't really cook, but

I can make banana pancakes and

spaghetti sauce and chili

which is just spaghetti sauce

with beans and chili powder.

And,

uhhh, sorry.

Anyway, Lil Charles is

bragging about Diana.

She is white, rich, sweet,

she generates her own heat,

you know what'm sayin'?

And she knows she

ain't 'sposed to be f***ing with

no kid from the block, but

that's what she likes about it.

You feel me? It's like it

flips the freak-switch,

makes her pistol-hot,

like a preacher's daughter

or a Mormon or some sh*t.

Goddamn, goddamn!

You say she rich?

Yeah man.

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