Jamesy Boy Page #3

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So tell me, what is this?

Did you have people over?

Were you drinking alcohol

in my house?

What about school?

You know the judge is about

to hear your appeal.

And we are so close.

So close to what?

I've been stuck at home

for two months.

And they're still fighting

to keep me out.

They don't want me.

Do you know how hard

I'm working for you?

You know what?

F*** school!

I'm tired of being a charity case.

I really am.

You know, I wouldn't even go

back to that f***ing place now

if they begged me!

You smart ass, you don't mean that.

I know you don't mean that.

Oh yeah?

If you're so smart, where's Dad?

Huh?

Okay, that's real

mature and, you know,

I'd love to sit around

and whine all day,

but I'm actually trying to live up

to my God damn responsibilities,

so go ahead...

f*** up your life!

See if I care.

So...

Shower time.

Time to wash those asses.

Get a move on.

Move, move.

James.

James, look out!

Move out.

Chris!

They've been at

it before, maybe five minutes.

The water in the showers

is gonna be turned off.

We're just giving them a bit

before we go in

and let them wear each other out.

Go!

Go, go, go, get in there.

Medical!

I need medical!

Need medical in shower six!

Stat!

A medic!

Who brought in the shank?

The kid in critical condition

with two stab wounds...

he stole a car.

First offence.

Zero record of violence.

His mother comes

to visit him every week,

together with his girlfriend.

I'm not a snitch.

So what?

Think your pals aren't gonna talk?

You don't think that bean eater

is gonna say the shank was yours?

I looked up your arrest report.

You got away that night.

Clean.

You wouldn't even be in here

if your girlfriend

hadn't sold you out.

Jesus Christ.

Her statement was 12 pages long.

F*** you!

Nobody's following this bullshit

code of honour but you.

Inside.

Put your hands through.

I either comin' like

Noah 'Chu lookin' for, yo?

I need to talk to Roc.

What'chu got, man?

Well?

I need to make some money.

Yo D, who the f*** is this?

I'm a friend of Crystal's?

He wasn't talking to you, man.

Crystal?

Get down here.

Now!

B*tch talks too much.

You call something for this kid?

I only met him once.

Not exactly a ringing

endorsement, is it?

I got a general rule

that everybody

on my crew's old enough

to have hair on their d*cks.

Yo, I'm not leaving.

Oh, man.

Excuse me?

Look, I get it.

You take some

weak-ass kid under your wing,

and you look weak too.

But I'm not asking for a favour.

I got brains.

Plus I can hustle.

And I don't scare easy.

Woof woof woof.

You okay running errands?

Cleaning the bathroom,

sh*t like that?

Yeah.

Good.

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