Above the Rim Page #4

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and I'd fat us up

Like Jeffrey-f***ing-Dahmer

I'm a wild type of n*gger

with a comma

Kyle, is that your man right there,

the security guard

we had a beef with?

Why is that n*gger bugging out?

He's playing ball without a ball.

He look like he auditioning

for The Twilight Zone.

Holy sh*t.

Oh, sh*t.

He better leave that sh*t alone,

whatever he f***in' with.

- Yo, Mo, don't sell to that n*gger.

- I ain't.

Yo, Kyle,

tell this funny-looking n*gger

how long it took me to call you back

after you beeped me.

- A couple of minutes.

- A couple of what?

A couple of minutes.

A couple of minutes, Mo.

That's called good business.

Prompt service.

You know what I'm saying?

Get the f*** out of my ear.

Anyway, yo, Kyle,

I told Birdie that you was in.

Money was hyped.

He had like an orgasm and sh*t.

I think that n*gger like winning

more than money

and twice as much as p*ssy and sh*t.

Motherf***er jerk off to winning.

All right.

Is you motherfuckers finished?

Y'all finished?

You silly motherfuckers.

You got to be soldiers,

all right?

Soldiers.

Not clowns, God damn it!

Drive!

And you shut the f*** up.

Yo, man, why you be trying

to stare me down?

Don't mind that n*gger.

He's just mad.

He'll be sittin' the bench

and you playing point and sh*t.

He got his period and sh*t.

I'll get you some pads.

Mini or maxi, what you take?

Tampons?

Let me tell you something.

Let me tell you something!

I don't give a f*** what Birdie said.

I don't give a damn about this

whore-ass n*gger in the back.

I'll bury the both of you motherfuckers.

You better start listening

and stop playing.

Pull over.

Pull over right here.

I thought we was going

straight to the spot.

- N*gger, I said pull over.

- For what?

Pull over!

My n*ggers.

- Yo, what's up?

- Payday.

Payday, brothers.

Run it. Come on.

That n*gger's out of his f***ing mind.

Come here, n*gger.

You don't understand?

Don't ever hold out on me.

You got that?

Did you motherfuckers see that?

I'm a motherfucking soldier!

You know what I'm saying?

Now drive!

You need a role model...

or a hug or something.

Hey, Mr. Cop!

Hey, Mr. Cop!

Wait up!

You the one exercising.

- What's up?

- Me. Too damn early.

I saw you playing last night.

You got a few moves for an old man.

- Feel like playing?

- No.

Just one quick game.

I'll take it easy on you.

- I said no.

- Just one quick game.

Is you hard of hearing?

What's wrong with you?

Whatever.

Wrap it up.

Hustle back. Hustle back.

Close it up!

Half court!

Nice! Nice!

Come on! Come on!

Nice touch!

Right on the spot. Okay.

Find the mark!

Find the mark!

And come back.

And up!

Find the mark!

Find the mark!

Hustle! Come on, guys!

Back! Back! Back! Back!

So, you give up that coffee yet?

Hi. How you doing?

I'm good.

How about you?

All right.

Two, right?

Yeah.

Birdie's crib was dope, man!

Oh, no, no, no.

She's bad.

I did her one night.

Six bags.

You ain't worth no six bags.

I'm worth six bags.

Who is the man

That will risk his life

for his brother man?

Shaft

Come on, now.

You know this cat Shaft's

a bad mother.

Shut yo' mouth.

- You know it's Shaft.

- Well, we can dig it.

I remember Shaft.

Every guy wanted to be like him,

every girl wanted to be with him.

Not me.

I'll bet you had an afro

and saw it about six times.

No. Kyle's father

was alive and real.

Shaft was just make-believe.

You never make believe?

You never dream of making

things in your life different?

No. I dream about

my son surviving,

getting a good education,

and making something positive

out of his life.

There's nothing else

worth dreaming about.

Come on. You never

want to escape?

You never just dream

about just running away?

No.

Even if it's just your mind

doing the running?

No.

What about you?

Where does your mind run to?

Nowhere.

It's just stuck.

It's the rest of me

that does the running.

That's too bad.

Folks either move past the things

that happen to them,

or they stop moving at all.

But you're young.

You can do anything, except sing.

I can sing a little bit.

Not even a little bit.

Who's the guy

that walks on by

Who's that cat...

No, no.

I can't take it!

No, I can't take it!

Good morning.

Good morning.

No, this is a hell of a f***ing morning.

The sun's out, birds is flying,

here's my big brother on his way

to his good job.

It's a great f***ing morning.

If you say so.

If mama was still alive,

she'd say the same thing.

We all so f***ing proud of you.

You finally made it.

F*** college, f*** the pros.

He's a security guard.

It all f***ing makes sense to me now.

All this time, people been telling me

Tom Sheppard is so f***ing raw.

Too bad he started tripping

when his friend died.

He got all the talent with no heart.

I'm sitting here thinking,

my brother can't be this f***ing weak.

But you ain't weak.

Sh*t.

You keeping our high school safe.

Where the f*** are you going?

We having a family moment.

Is that what we're having?

Yes.

I'm still the only family you got.

You may not like the man I become,

but I'm still a man.

You... you're a joke.

Go ahead to work, though, man.

Come on.

Damn. It's that bad, coach?

You don't have to deal with these kids.

What are you doing here so late?

Just about to leave.

- You want a beer?

- Nah.

You know...

I been thinking about

that offer you made me.

What offer was that?

I make a lot of offers.

You know.

The one about helping you out and all.

Jeez, I made a dumb offer like that?

I guess not.

Gotcha!

Don't even think about it.

Get over here!

Kyle, have you seen my keys?

I can't believe you're going out

with that toy cop again.

I mean, what do you

even know about him?

At least tell me what time

you're coming home.

Look who's worried about curfews.

I'm worried about you.

Well, how does it feel?

I was waiting up again last night.

Where were you?

- Chillin'.

- That's not good enough.

Do I have to ground you?

You have to be home first.

I can ground you from a pay phone.

You ain't no cop 'cause you

knocking boots with Barney Fife.

Sit your 10-cent ass down.

You don't pay rent,

you don't pay bills,

and you did not bring me into this world.

Don't disrespect me again.

Do you understand?

- But l...

- But nothing!

Excuse me?

You think you can just kiss me

anytime you feel like it?

- Yeah, that's right.

- I guess that answers that.

Come in. I'll be just a second.

Flip.

I'm not here to start nothing, man.

I just want to ask you

about your man Tom Sheppard.

What you looking for, some dick?

- Look, I'm serious...

- Get your f***ing hands off!

I'm serious!

Go ask him your goddamn self.

What's up, man?

Talk to me.

Come on!

What you doing?

Let him go.

What's up?

F*** you with your puss ass!

You, too, Birdie,

old pickle-head motherf***er.

- What, man?

- Birdie, no!

You're flinching, right, little b*tch?

Huh? Buddy, what's up?

Please.

Put the sh*t away, man.

We ain't trying to hurt nobody.

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