Never Die Alone

We reap what we sow.|That's what the Bible says.

Payback's a motherfucker.

I think James Brown said that.

Same shit.|We all know the story...

or at least we pretend we do.

The Hindus have|a word for it--karma.

They believe in reincarnation--

that a man pays in the next life for all|the shit he's done in the previous one.

Keeps on payin'too,|till he gets it right.

Now, if I had to do it|all over again...

well--

Responsibility. Redemption.

In order to be truly redeemed, a man|has to own up to his responsibilities.

Hey, sweet thing,|what's your name?

Bitch.

"Makin' amends."

The cats out in Cali|like to use that one a lot...

especially when they get back|from a stint in rehab.

Of course, those be|the same motherfuckers...

sky-pagin' my ass in the middle|of the night a week after they got out.

Ain't that a bitch?|Still, they had a point.

I been away too long.

Runnin', hidin'.

Today's the day|I stop runnin'from my past.

Today's the day...|set shit straight.

End of chapter 12.

Quit it.|Damn pervert.

Quit what?

Oh, shit. Check it out.

The wolf|is the motherfuckin' mack.

Enter the motherfuckin'|dragon.

- Why you still here?|- We were just kickin' it.

Just kickin' it.

I'm gonna kick your ass,|you don't get yourself to school.

- Damn, dog--|- Stay the f*ck outta this, Blue.

- It just don't concern you.|- Wh-What?

Come on. I ain't gonna ask you again.

Hey.

- I'll pick you up after school, all right?|- Whatever.

Damn, dog. I thought|my moms was tough.

I wouldn't know.

- Moon give you that address?|- Yeah.

This is what the f*ck will|happen every time you don't pay me.!

That's the f*ck I'm talkin' about! You told|Moon you was gonna have his two grand.

- Where the f*ck is the money at? I'm sorry.|- I'm trying to get it.

I really can't hear you, man.|Why don't you repeat that for me, huh?

This really ain't the time to be playin'|that Bruce Willis bullshit.

- Put your motherfuckin' hands where I can see 'em at!|- Okay, I'll--

Fuckin' deadbeat!

This what I'm talkin' about|right here. Hey, don't worry.

I'll leave you enough|to buy you a pack of Newports.

That's for a new shirt, n*gger!|Fucked up my boots!

- Please!|- Stupid motherfucker.!

You make your point?

That for sure.

- Got you a little bonus.|- That belongs to Moon, man.

F*ck Moon, man.|He gettin' his. This interest.

Then give it to him. Shit, you know|I don't play him like that.

So now you about to give me|this big-ass speech...

about what a great future we got|if we trust in Moon.

And they ain't gonna|do f*ck about you, man.

After 10 long years...

the King has returned to reclaim|his rightful home, sweet home.

And goddamn,|if it don't feel good!

What else can I say?

Enter the motherfuckin' dragon.

- Lookee here, lookee here.|- Well, I'll be goddamned.

You're still uglier|than a motherfucker.

- You miss me?|- N*gger, are you insane?

Ain't nobody never missed|a rattlesnake.

How the hell could somebody|possibly miss you?

Oh, baby, you ain't gots|to be that cold.

Why don't you fix me a drink.

Gin and Squirt?|Still drinkin' that shit?

You don't forget shit, do you?

- Keep the change.|- You gonna have to do a hell of a lot better than this...

if you want to keep|my ass from callin' Moon...

and tellin' him what kind of suicidal|fool just walked into his bar.

- Is that so?|- That's right.

You just saved me some money.|I was about to give you $1 00...

to get him on the horn for me,|but you fucked that up.

Go on. Get him on the horn.|Go on now.

Sorry to disturb you, boss, but there's|somebody here you might wanna talk to.

Where's somewhere private|I can talk?

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