First Time Felon Page #6

Why you tripping? Come on, man.

Trick or treat, motherf***er.

-This is my n*gger, Boss Dog.

-What's up, man?

Where to?

-l got to go to the library.

-Library? What's the f*** up with that?

Sh*t, there go Laverne.

She know you out yet?

Laverne! Look who l got here, baby!

Damn, she's slamming.

-That thing can't do sh*t with speed.

-l show you what this motherf***er can do.

-Bring it on, goddammit.

-Let me go.

-Watch this b*tch.

-Ta-dow.

Why you ain't go with them?

Why go with them

when l could be here with you?

Why you ain't call me?

l don't know. l hear things.

You think l was gonna wait?

-Just saying you didn't write me--

-l don't write no one.

Your hair looks different.

You like it?

lt's pretty.

People say you think you better

than everybody else now.

You ain't down like you was.

You wanna be just another fool

can't get no job.

Do l look like a fool?

l gotta go.

Can't be seen

with a n*gger with no money?

Straight out, Greg?

l'm the same, even if you ain't.

l'm the same, too.

Just ain't hustling, that's all.

l gotta get my hair done.

Feels lighter.

They're long, but they were on sale.

l got you some shoes.

They're durable.

A nice white shirt.

Ta-dow.

''Now's the time for something new

''There ain't nothing you can't do''

You tell them the truth, straight out.

Don't hide nothing.

Think positive.

Look at yourself.

-What are you looking for?

-Anything.

What kind of salary?

Minimum wage, anything.

What was your last job?

Burger King.

-When was that?

-'91.

What've you been doing since?

l've been in a boot camp for young men

headed down the wrong road.

What did you get arrested for?

Selling drugs.

l completed my high school GED

with honors.

l also have a recommendation from

the superintendent of the boot camp.

What kind of drugs did you sell?

Heroin.

Why don't you try back in about a week?

Thank you very much.

lf you have any openings,

my number's on the application.

Thank you.

l was wondering if you needed any help.

Maybe in the kitchen.

l could wash dishes, be a short-order cook.

l'll do anything.

l don't need any help.

Part-time, full-time, no-time.

Thank you.

-Can't get nothing.

-Just a goddamn n*gger to them.

They don't want you to open the door

for them, messenger for them...

...pour their watery-ass coffee

for them, nothin'.

That's why l ain't gonna drag my ass

down to no motherfucking job interview...

...and ask them for some bullshit

they ain't never gonna give me.

They give the sisters work. That's cool.

They ain't gonna give me no mop

to slop their sh*t with.

l don't have your f***ing money.

Man, ain't one brother out here got a job.

My homeboy, Lovell.

He down there at the Hyatt Regency

making about $6.40 an hour.

He ain't never been in prison, man.

He ain't got no arrest sheet.

Out of all the motherfuckers you begged to

give you a sh*t job, was there one brother?

Hell, no.

Not one goddamn n*gger

got a job to give us.

Check out Jason's brother.

He owns that funeral parlor.

Only legit business around

that makes money.

l already did, dog.

Got a motherfucking waiting list.

-Believe that sh*t?

-That's bullshit.

-F***ing waiting list at a funeral parlor.

-Straight up, man.

You know you always

got a job with me, right?

Hey, b*tch!

Motherf***er, l'm tired of your ass!

What's up, boss, my man?

l heard you was out.

Didn't even try to contact me?

What's up with that?

l heard you squaring up on me.

How your job search?

-lt's all right.

-You got a job?

Ain't all right, then.

l hate to see you like this, homey.

How much longer can you take

this poor-man sh*t?

Who's paying your health for you?

Getting over on your mom?

-She pick out your clothes for you, too?

-l don't work for you no more.

l ain't asking you for sh*t.

Matter of fact, get the f*** outta my face.

Damn, l didn't know it was bad as all that.

You'll be all right.

Gorgeous, come here.

What's up, Greg?

Tell you what, let me know

when you wanna work just one day.

Put some papers in your pocket,

me and you can go out and kick it.

l gotta tell you, don't look like you had

yourself no fun in a long goddamn time.

You have to hang in there.

What you think l been doing?

l been out every day, all day...

...looking for a job, any kind of job,

for three months now.

l haven't had an interview in two weeks.

-Ain't nobody wanna hire me.

-Something will come up.

Mama, this ain't the '70s.

You can't just walk out there and get a job.

Ain't nobody gonna hire me

unless l tell 'em l been to college or....

l know guys never been to prison

and still can't get a job.

They catch you lying and that's it.

This is it now, don't you understand?

l'm a grown man and l live with my mama!

l can't get a damn job!

You think l wanna be here?

This is it.

This is bullshit! All of it, it's bullshit!

Wait a minute.

''Bullshit?''

This...

...what you just did, is bullshit.

This is who you are.

This is what you accomplished.

Now, you go and get what's yours.

You're a man.

A man like who?

Who you trying to be like, baby?

Like your father?

l'm not gonna let you be the man

your father was.

l don't need another dead man.

l am not gonna have you

give up and die on me, too, goddammit.

l am not going to let you die.

This is what we're gonna do.

Now...

...you're gonna go down there

to them employment people again.

You're gonna look them in the eye...

...and you're gonna tell them the truth.

Step up, baby...

...and tell them who you are.

You are Greg Yance...

...and you are not going to die.

Can l tell you about

my experience down there?

l worked 18 hours a day...

...for $3 a week.

Throwing sandbags from dawn to dusk.

Stepping in water with snakes

and all types of insects l never seen before.

We worked in 110-degree heat.

Uniform soaked.

Feet blistered, hands raw,

mosquito bites all over my body.

After we finished, we'd still have to do

our P.T., that's physical training.

Stomach crunches and pushups

and jumping jacks.

Then we'd still have to jog

three miles a day.

l know that may sound like

a nightmare to you, but....

Throwing sandbags on that levee

was the best job l've ever had.

The people there...

...they made us feel like we had a purpose.

We made a difference and they thanked us.

l'm a hard worker,

l like backbreaking work.

l work good with my hands.

l'll work on the outside

and start at the bottom.

Making $3 an hour would be

a very big accomplishment for me.

l'm just asking you.

Please, could you look for anything?

Just anything. l'm willing to work.

l'm sorry, we just don't have anything

for you right now.

What's wrong? You tripping me out.

Sh*t, ain't nothing,

everything just going in slow motion.

-You know something?

-What's that?

For a minute, l thought l wouldn't

end up hustling for the rest of my life.

For me, there ain't nothing else.

Especially seeing

what your ass is going through.

Sh*t.

When you wanna start?

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