ATL Page #8

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- Come on, man, please.

Please what?

What? What? Please what?

Boy, you're shaking like a stripper.

Tighten up.

I'm so disappointed in you this evening.

Look at me when I'm talking to you, boy.

I know that ain't who I think it is.

- Little big brother.

- Get in the car, Ant.

I told you to leave my brother alone.

- Y'all so funny.

- You got a problem, you deal with me.

- Nigga, who the hell is you?

- He owe you some money?

- Here you go.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Yeah, I'm tired-

- That was so disrespectful.

You done hit me in my mouth

with some goddamn money.

Yeah.

You don't get it, do you?

I'm his daddy now.

Get out the way.

Pleasure turns to the pain...

Of the lessons learned from the strain

Of the questions burned in my brain...

About whether love is humane

In its touch.

These thoughts are like salmon...

Swimming upstream

In the tears of your deceit...

Fighting the current hurt

That kills more than is created...

By the chaos of our intertwined emotions...

Chaotic because the anchor

Of Eros' arrow...

Has been plucked from the vessel

Of my undying infatuation...

Separation not as simple

As the distance between us...

My mind no longer possessed

By the demons...

That had been the overseers

Of my enslavement to your lies...

The seeds of these lies

Rooted so deeply...

They have cracked the foundation

Of what we once shared...

Allowing the faith in us I had sealed inside

To gush out like a river...

Ripping the image of our future together

From my thoughts...

As violently and as brutally

As if it were a child being taken...

From his mother's arms...

I'm left surrounded in darkness...

But I refuse to be swallowed by it...

My loneliness like the night air.

Invisible to the eye, obvious to the touch...

In its cold uncomfortableness...

...yet if I could do it all over again...

I'd do it in the same skin I'm in...

To lay down and let love die...

Just stay down and let love lie...

No, no, not I

I'll stay 'round and let love fly...

Even though I have seen

Its darkest form, deceit...

Nothing else could taste this warm

Or feel this sweet...

So you gonna stay mad at me forever?

It ain't even about that, bro.

I mean, like, when you was a baby,

I couldn't walk for you.

And I can't walk for you now.

I'm sorry.

- Rashad, I'm not gonna be messing up.

- Hey, Ant.

I love you, regardless.

I can teach you everything

under the sun...

...but I can't be a man for you.

You gotta figure out

the best way to do that yourself.

We didn't win Skate Wars that night.

But I got something better.

I got my friends, I got my girl,

and I got my little brother back.

Teddy finally graduated from high school.

He even opened up his own spot.

He call it "Gangsta Grills. "

But see, that's what I wanted, though.

Okay, well, hey, if that what you want,

I got my money, we straight.

- That's right.

- There it is.

Brooklyn finally found a job

he could keep.

Congratulations.

Esquire got a mysterious

letter of recommendation...

...for the Falcon Scholarship.

Guess Garnett ain't so bad after all.

My boy's in the Ivy League.

Hey, get back up and try it again,

baby girls.

Skateman says get back up, try it again.

- Get out of here.

- We know how to skate, okay?

- We getting up.

- This is so embarrassing.

Twins, well, they still at Cascade

every Sunday night.

Ghetto fabulous.

Uncle George quit dealing

with them dating services...

...and went to church

and got him a real woman.

She's nice.

New New finally convinced her parents

that Spelman was right for her.

I'm glad she's close.

My little brother let go of all his

dope-boy ambitions...

...and finally got it together.

I'm proud of him.

As for me...

...I never realized I was dreaming

all along...

...because I was always drawing.

My pop said I'd put these skates down

when I found something more important.

I think he was right.

This is the beginning.

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