Friday Page #5

-Janet Jackson.

The girl Debbie

hooked me up with.

Hold up. lll be right back.

See if she got a friend.

All right.

Whats up?

Not a damn thing!

We going to kick it, or what?

We can kick it...

but l forgot l had

to pick up my mom from work.

You know how that is.

lll take you to get her.

She dont like a lot of people

with me when l get her.

Whos that girl

Smokeys talking to?

Some girl he hooked up with.

Shes a big one.

Humongous.

Why dont you go eat?

l know youre hungry.

Lord, let me go inside...

and see whats going on

with this crazy man.

lm right behind you.

Cause l ate twice

before l came.

Goddamn!

Where the iron?

Right there.

What?

Loan me 200.

Me and Smokey got into it

with Big Worm today.

We owe him 200.

He said if we dont pay him,

he going to kill us.

You going to loan me

the money or not?

Not.

You going to call me?

lm going to call you.

But if you come by,

l wont call you. OK?

Dont ever...

ever come by here. OK?

All right.

Bye, Smokey.

Damn it!

Telephone.

Who is it?

That girl.

Tell her lll call back.

OK.

What?

Loan me 200.

l wouldnt feel comfortable

lending you 200 without a job.

lf l was working,

l wouldnt need 200.

Exactly.

Yall aint never got no money!

l hate to live with

a bunch of broke-ass people.

Sh*t!

Come here!

What?

Why you hook me up with that

fat-ass, bald-headed girl?

Who? Rita?

Rita is not fat.

Shes big-boned.

Sh*t! That girl wider

than all outside.

Talkin about she looked like

Janet Jackson.

She didnt go there.

B*tch got out of the car

looking like Freddie Jackson.

Dont laugh. lt aint funny.

lm sorry.

lm not trying to laugh.

l thought that you two

would like each other.

You knew she was baldheaded!

You knew she had no hair!

lt aint funny.

lm sorry.

What Deebo doing here?

Hes in there

asleep with Felisha.

Felisha f***ing Deebo, too?

Could you mind

your own business?

Where your mama at?

My mama is in Vegas

with her boyfriend.

So yall just parlaying up

in here, huh?

Party over here.

What?

Bye-bye.

You trippin.

lm out of here anyway.

Peace out.

Nasty motherf***er.

What are you doing here?

What the hell you doin in here?

l seen the window open,

so l said f*** it.

Get the hell out of here.

All right. Loan me 2.00.

lm clowning.

Janet Jackson ass

get just a little fat.

Forget that.

-l almost had the money.

-What?

Remember that money we stole

from Stanley house?

Me and Deebo?

Deebo was over Felisha

and Debbie house asleep.

l snuck through the back window

to get the money...

and Ezal come through the window

and woke him up.

l tried to beat his ass,

but he ran.

You aint catching

no crack head.

Forget that. Lets go over.

Hes probably still asleep.

You breaking in, though.

-You going to be with me?

-l got you.

Damn.

Forget that plan.

What time is it?

Eight fifty.

lm going in the house

and chill.

Now youre getting scared.

You want to go

in the house and lay down?

Nobody run me in my house

like no b*tch.

This my hood. F*** Worm.

Punk!

Yall busters cant catch me.

Papa!

Finally got him !

Do you know what we just did?

We finally got

that little motherf***er!

Calm down.

What?

Who car is that creeping up?

Drive-by!

Get off my ass!

Lets go in the house.

Slippin.

Wish you werent slippin today.

Sh*t!

Who was that?

Big Worm.

Somebody page Smokey?

Dont play dumb.

You know who this is.

You got my money?

You dont have to holler.

Not yet, but lm getting it--

What happened?

He just hung up.

We better stay in the house.

Damn!

-See anything?

-l cant see sh*t.

Too many trees in the way.

lm going to try again.

Dana told me about

that Big Snake situation.

Big Worm.

Big Worm, Big Hole--

l dont give a damn!

Get your ass out of this house!

You always got some sh*t goin.

You keep your ass here.

Big Snake, Big Worm--

what kind of name is that?

l bet yall drinking that wine

and smoking them tweeds...

wearing them clothes

all half-off your ass.

Whats going on today?

Weeds.

Your punk ass dad.

He always talking sh*t.

Wait. Hold up.

Tell him to comb his hair.

Like spiders is having a meeting

on his head.

lm about sick of you.

lm sick of you.

lll walk you home, punk ass.

You see him?

There aint nobody out here.

l dont know why lm trippin.

Nobody want to mess

with the Smoke Dog.

Whos that?

Sh*t!

Quick!

You dont know

who youre messing with!

Damn!

Hurry up!

See if theyre coming.

Hell, no. You look.

We both look

on the count of three.

One, two, three!

Thought you said on three.

You aint bullshittin me?

One, two, three!

-What the f*** you--

-You see them?

They coming.

l aint smoking weed again.

l love you, man.

Shut up. Let me go!

Shut up before

that fat ass cuts you up.

l shot one. l know l shot one.

-Hey, look again.

-F*** you.

Whats going on?

l dont know.

lt sounded like machine guns.

Lord.

Where Craig at?

l dont know.

Theres Joann.

Go ask if shes seen them.

Sounded like a bomb.

You seen Craig and Smokey?

l thought they were over there.

Deebo, you seen Craig

and Smokey around here?

Earlier.

Damn.

What she say?

She aint seen him,

and Deebo aint seen him.

See why you have to tell us

before you leave?

Look at your face!

-ltll be OK.

-No! Look at your face!

Who do you think you are?

What are you talking about?

You know what

lm talking about, punk.

You hit my sister

like she was a man.

She had no business

going through my pants.

My sister dont need to steal

nothin from your broke ass.

Take your ass home.

lm not scared of you.

All these n*ggers might be

scared of you, but lm not.

You take your ass home.

F*** you.

Youre lucky lm not a man.

Otherwise,

ld kick your ass myself.

Shut up!

You trippin.

What you say, little n*gger?

Thats a female.

Shut your punk ass up...

before l drop you

like l did this b*tch.

l aint trying to fight you.

You dont want to fight me

cause you a b*tch, too!

What you going to do with that,

besides make me mad?

Put the gun down, son.

Put the gun down, son.

Put that gun down...

and get knocked down

like your father used to.

This was all the protection

we needed.

You win some, you lose some.

But you live

to fight another day.

You think youre a man

with that gun?

lm a man without it.

Put that gun down...

and get knocked down

like your father used to.

Give me the gun, son.

Give me the gun.

Thats all you got?

Drop him, Craig!

Sh*t!

Get up!

Sh*t! God!

Goddamn.

Come on, baby!

Let him be a man.

Go to sleep!

Shoot him.

Hes not fighting fair!

l been down before.

l taught him better than this.

Come on!

Told yall! Yall want some?

Beat him down!

Beat you down!

Who else want some of Deebo?

Get up!

Get up!

Come on!

Stand up!

There you go!

Punk!

Yes, Mr. Big Shot.

-F***ing--

-Crawl, punk!

Crawl, b*tch!

Whoop his ass!

Thats what lm talking about!

Thats my dog!

Take that.

Thats my dog!

Aint that right?

Thats my dog!

Cutie pie.

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