Yelling to the Sky Page #3

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Alfie, who the f*** dressed you this

morning, man?

Yeah, that color's a little loud, brother,

I gotta tell you that.

You look like a lime, man.

You ain't got no lights in your house?

Jesus.

Yeah, I don't think

he has a mirror

in his house... Oh!

Come on now.

So how about you last night, brother?

What the f*** happened to you?

You're a little

tricky one, huh?

You fell in

the bush or something?

Something like that,

I don't know.

Copped a free feel

right there, you saw that?

Just shut up, man. I just don't wanna

be f***ing near you.

All right, Alfie,

play time's over.

Bye-bye.

Yeah, don't f*** around, man.

Sell that sh*t.

All right, f*** you.

F***ing prick.

I told you the first time.

Yeah, but that was

for some new kicks. This is for...

You know.

I just can't, baby girl.

Please.

Please.

Please, front me

some gear, Ro.

I mean, sh*t, you see

how my family's living.

I'm not trying to

go down like that.

Well, I found someone else

who'll front me, so...

I'm doing this with

or without your help.

Okay, look, keep it simple.

Small batches.

You can start

with the basics.

Powder to keep them awake.

Pills to help them sleep.

Mad chronic.

The people you're

playing just don't know.

Well, well, well.

Lo and behold.

Speak up. Y'all want

something or what?

We'll have a taste.

You see me squishing

soft serve out my ass?

Girl, this ain't Carvel.

I'm thinking it should be.

It's like that?

You better believe.

Anyone coming around to knock me

off has to put me out for good.

How do we know your

sh*t's worth buying?

Because everybody

and their meemaw says so,

or you two

wouldn't be here.

How about an exchange?

So what's your last memory?

Nothing.

You ever wonder

where he is?

What makes you think

I don't know where he is?

What you

care for, Sweetie?

I just want to know.

There's nothing to know.

Do you remember him at all?

So, what, you ain't

got no tact or what?

Guess we're gonna have to teach

your ass social skills, too.

He played

this game with me.

Cut up a whole newspaper

and made these figurines.

We made a village of folks.

Named each one.

And their kids

and their grandparents.

We made shops and jobs

and stories for all of them.

Two days later he vanished.

F***, we're gonna need to roll

some more to come up out of this.

The amount that mine comes and goes,

he might as well be gone.

Drop this off

on your way to school.

No, I'm gonna be late.

Sweetie, Lefty's mom

just died.

Drop this sh*t

off on your way.

I didn't know.

Hey, if you didn't put up for all these

funerals and sh*t,

how do folks get buried?

For real, Ro.

You best chill

with that profit, kid.

That'll catch up with you.

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