Red Hook Summer Page #3

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in these here projects.

Ten hours a day, five days a week,

winter or summer.

The heat don't bother me. Uh-uh.

l got the Lord's fire burning in my belly.

Now that's a smooth, good heat.

Mmm.

Heavenly Father, we thank you

for the food we are about to receive,

for the nourishment of our souls

and our bodies.

Thank you, God, for Jesus,

His holy light, His holy name.

Thank you, God,

for bringing my grandson to me

for the very first time.

Touch him.

Make him whole.

Put your word to him,

lead him to you, your kingdom, your power.

Keep him clean in faith.

ln Jesus' name, we pray.

Amen.

l said, "Amen."

Yeah, amen already.

Go on, get that down your little red lane.

l told you, this isn't my food.

My mother brought me my food.

You're working today over at Lil' Heaven.

With Deacon Zee.

lf you need me, he knows where to find me.

l didn't come all the way up North to work,

it's my summer vacation!

Your summer vacation has work in it.

Ohh!

What you doing?

Mind your business.

l'm telling!

Tell-tell, you smell.

My grandpa's the Bishop.

-So?

-So what?

Chicken butt! My mom's Sister Shirley.

-She's a trustee.

-What's that?

l don't know,

but it's high up in the food chain.

She buys all the snacks for Sunday school,

knows where every red cent is spent.

She'll know that stuff's missing!

l can replace it.

My mother hooked me up.

Wow! That's a lot of dollar eagles!

l'm Chazz Morningstar.

Where you from? You talk white!

l don't talk white,

l just go to private school in Atlanta. ATL.

l'm Flik Royale.

(ZEE GROWLlNG)

Come out of there!

Little hoodlums!

l told them niggas to buy GMC!

Now look at it!

Thirty goddamned dollars a share,

and it was selling for 75 cents

before Barack Hussein Obama

bailed them out.

Where's my bail-out?

You ain't got no future!

They done spent it all on Wall Street.

What y'all looking at?

You got a can tied to your tail, too?

Shake a leg. Shake a leg.

Get me that mop by that bucket right there.

SlLAS:
Hey, Chazz,

l've got to show you something.

What?

-This!

-(SCREAMlNG)

Take that church rat out, boy!

When l say buy, buy!

When l say sell, sell!

l told them niggas!

No! You nasty!

You better not bring that thing up in here!

Stupid!

lt's all right, l'm throwing it out now.

(SCREAMlNG)

(LAUGHlNG) Oh!

Mmm.

Slow your roll.

You a strange boy.

Hiding your face behind that box.

Why take pictures of a dead church rat?

Sometimes l like

to take pictures of dead things.

Then you in the right place.

Because everything about this place

is dead.

And that's the truth, Ruth!

And, boy, take that dead,

funky church rat out of here, God damn it,

like l told you the first time! Oh!

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