Friday Page #3

lm gonna kill him !

We was just prayin.

F*** you!

Goddamn devil!

lt wasnt even that good, baby.

lm gonna kill you. l know.

Damn!

Come on.

Get your feet down.

Come on. Move.

What took yall so long?

This fools scary, man.

He didnt even--

Look, fellas.

l asked you nicely.

Now lm getting very irritated.

For the last time, stay off

my frigging grass! Please!

All right. Sorry.

Thank you.

His scary ass

didnt want to touch nothin.

We spent the whole time arguing.

Yall didnt get nothin?

We got about 200.

l got about 200.

One day,

somebody gonna kick his ass.

l been gettin high all week.

Take a puff. Take a hit.

Watch out.

Aint like

you got sh*t to do tomorrow.

You dont have to go to work.

Take a hit.

l drink.

ltll stimulate your mind.

You aint got sh*t to do.

All right.

Put it in your mouth.

Shut up.

Thats the sh*t, aint it?

Wet the motherf***er all up.

lts my sh*t.

l can do whatever l wanna do.

Stop hitting it so hard.

Hold up.

You f***in up the rotation.

Puff, puff, give.

You f***in up the rotation.

You can get killed

with somebody else.

Thats some serious sh*t.

You lucky you my boy.

Sh*t.

Take your time.

Gotta crawl before you walk.

You high yet?

Craig f***ed up.

You said this was lndo.

Smell like outdo.

Wait a minute.

l aint gonna supply you...

you gonna be talkin

about my sh*t.

Here come Felisha.

Sh*t.

Old begging ass.

l know.

Whats up?

Whats up?

Nothing.

What yall smokin?

Nothing. What you want?

l need to borrow your car

right quick.

What kind of sh*t is that?

Most people wanna borrow

sugar or even ketchup.

You want to borrow my car?

Hell, no! Get the hell on.

-Let me borrow a joint.

-You need to borrow a job.

Always trying to smoke up

somebodys sh*t. Get on.

lm gonna remember that.

Remember it. Write it down.

l dont give a f***!

Bye, Felisha.

Yall stingy.

Shes a goddamn pest.

The bud is kicking in.

Dont start trippin.

Smoke.

l aint trippin.

Hold up.

l can hear my heart beating.

Thats what its supposed to do.

My sh*t is beating too fast.

lts the chronic.

Dont worry about it.

Listen!

You dont hear it?

l knew l shouldnt

have gave him no chronic.

You hear my phone ring?

Man, hell, no! Sit down.

lm on house arrest.

l aint supposed to be here.

Get a n*gger locked up.

Come on!

Come in. lm thirsty.

You be trippin. Come on.

Shut up.

Sit yo skinny ass down.

You want some Kool-aid?

You know l want some Kool-aid.

You smokin my weed, too?

lm gonna kill you and Smokey...

cause you playin

with my emotions.

You heard? Hey!

What?

We aint got no sugar.

You aint got no sugar?

Damn!

Yall aint never got

two things that match!

Yall got Kool-aid, no sugar,

peanut butter, no jelly...

ham, no burger. Damn.

Youre a funny lookin

motherf***er.

What up?

l dont do that gay sh*t now.

You want me to get the sugar

from my house?

Sh*t.

Motherfuckin cops.

They know lm over here.

Sh*t.

ls it cops?

Whats up? Come in.

ls Dana here?

She aint came home from school.

You aint seen her?

-Debbie.

-What?

Come here. Sit down.

-Hi.

-Whats up?

Out of my way.

l thought you had a friend

for me.

-l do.

-Hows she look?

Shes nice.

She got a big booty?

l am not trying to look

at that girls booty.

You know you looked

at her booty before.

Just call her, all right?

-She at home?

-She should be.

Cheap-ass phone.

Why dont you come here

and sit down--right here.

You way over there.

There.

This is Smokey,

Debbies homeboy.

She said you wanted to hook up.

Whats up?

Are you high?

-Are you high?

-Why you say that?

You look like you been smoking.

For real?

No, lm cool.

Do l still look high?

Describe yourself.

lm about 52". Light skin.

Long hair. lm big.

People say l look like

Janet Jackson.

For real? No sh*t?

Janet Jackson?

Boy.

You know your sister

came by here today beggin.

Felisha?

She is a trip. l know.

Why dont you come over here

to my homies house?

All right.

You live on Debbies street?

You know Dana, right?

The other day, l had to stop

Deebo from beatin her ass.

What?

When he gets high and drunk,

he starts trippin.

One time he grabbed me.

Grabbed me like this.

For real?

Was it like this?

Or was it like this?

l think it was the first one.

You sure?

What the f***?

lm trippin.

Whats wrong?

Am l trippin?

l got to go in here,

in the bathroom real quick.

Control...

-All right.

-Bye.

Gotta get her on the move.

Aint gettin high no more.

Sh*t.

Whats up?

Did you guys hook up?

lts cool.

lm about to go home.

You know my homie

wanna hook up with you.

-Who?

-Craig.

Craig already has a woman.

But he dont like her.

lll see you later.

Why you tellin her

l wanna hook up?

She dont be believing me.

lm high.

What about you

and that chick in there?

Man. She said she look like

Janet Jackson.

You lucky.

You know this.

Man.

Hey, Dad.

What happened to you?

Got bit in the ass

by a stinkin ass filthy dog.

You shouldve seen it.

Biggest dog lve ever seen.

l said,

Please dont bite me!"

l turn around

to jump over the fence.

The dog grabbed my ass!

Told you.

You didnt tell me sh*t!

Get on the front porch

with all that noise.

Was it like--

How your ass feel?

Get out! Dont slam the door!

All right, man.

You kids quit slammin my door!

Damn.

Stop!

Wait!

lce cream !

Sh*t.

-Wait!

-lce cream !

What you gonna do?

Hi.

Damn.

-What you want?

-What you got?

What the f*** you want?

Gimme some chili fritos.

Come here.

Step aside.

Whats up, Big Perm?

l mean, Big Worm.

-You sell that bud?

-l sold some.

Give me the rest. Somebody want

a couple 20s around Compton.

l was bullshittin ya.

You know l sold that sh*t.

Then count out my money.

Hurry up!

Dont you see we havin

grown folks business?

Damn. Now shut the hell up.

Twenty...

forty, sixty, eighty...

hundred, hundred-twenty,

hundred-forty...

Thats 100.

Stop playin with me.

You know what happened?

You gonna laugh your ass off.

You know Craig?

Craig got fired yesterday.

What the f***

that gotta do with me?

Let me explain.

We was talkin over

all our problems.

You know how we do it.

We started getting high.

We got f***ed up!

lm gonna be here 10:00

on the dot.

Not 10:
03. Not 10:36.

lf you aint got my money

or bud, lm killin you and him.

You gonna kill me?

Get the f*** out of my face.

Baby!

Can l have my chili fritos?

You cant have sh*t.

lm closed, fat boy.

Then give me my money back.

My money.

Mama!

l hate him.

Whatd he say?

He just said for us

to pay him at 10:00.

What you mean "us"?

That fool

aint gonna do nothin.

l know you didnt tell--

What you doin?

Damn.

Whats up?

Whatd you tell him?

l told him we were smokin,

and that we were chillin.

You were smokin!

l smoked half a little piece

of joint with you.

That fool

aint gonna do nothin.

Whatd he say?

lf we dont pay him by 10:00,

he gonna bust a cap in us.

We need to pay him. He crazy!

Lets stick together.

l cant believe

you got me in the mix!

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