Good Time Page #5

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-Listen! Stop it!

-Get the f*** off me!

- Shut up! Shut up!

- Ow!

Ow, my f***ing arm!

Ow! My f***ing hand

and handcuff!

-Shut up!

-Ow!

- Get the f*** off me!

- Stop yelling!

-Shut up!

-My whole f***ing body hurts.

Yo, C, can you get some

painkillers, please?

You do

this sh*t to me, bro?

Now! Now!

Did you do

this sh*t to me?

Shut the f*** up.

If you wake the grandma,

I swear to God

I'll f*** you up.

What f***ing grandma?

You're in an old lady's

house in Rego Park.

-Are you gonna stay quiet?

-How the f*** did I

-get here, bro?

-Calm down.

-Calm down.

-F***. All right.

Get off. I'm calm.

-All right. Calm down.

-All right.

So get the f*** off.

Thank you.

-Yo, take these.

-What the f*** is that?

- What is it?

- Oxys.

Take it. Take it.

They'll make you feel better.

Are you gonna stay calm?

Can you leave

us alone, please?

Dude,

why do I have handcuffs?

Just go

down to your room.

Shut the door. Shut the door.

Close the door!

- F***!

- I swear to God,

if you wake up

the grandmother,

-I'll f*** you up!

-Yeah, yeah.

I heard you, bro.

-God damn it.

-Are you gonna stay calm?

Yeah, yeah, I'm calm.

F***.

Christ, man.

What the f*** is going on?

Why am I in handcuffs?

You were handcuffed

to a stretcher in a hospital.

I broke the wrong guy out.

-That's all I know.

-Hospital?

Yeah.

There was a cop

outside your room.

- What?

- I f***ed up.

I don't know what to tell you.

I don't know what to tell you.

There was a cop outside your

room and you're the wrong guy.

Well, what the f***

am I going to do?

You can do whatever

the f*** you want to do.

What you can't do

is f*** my sh*t up.

Acting stupid and getting me

thrown out. Okay?

All right, well listen.

Get me a phone, man.

I gotta make some phone calls.

I don't have a f***ing phone.

Well, go get one

from that f***ing girl then.

All right.

We need to go back

to the hospital.

Is your brother okay?

That's not my brother.

The hospital f***ed up.

Who is that upstairs?

I don't know who it is.

The hospital f***ed up.

It's not my fault.

Does the car

-in the driveway work?

-Yeah.

Do you know

where the keys are?

No.

Well, where could they be?

Can we just go

and look for them quickly?

Hurry up, get some sh*t on

and go find the keys.

F***, man.

Don't be confused.

It's just gonna

make it worse for me.

F***.

Yo, yo!

What?

I'm leaving.

You gotta leave too.

-Let's go.

-Can I get a ride?

Yeah. Whatever.

I gotta make

a phone call, too, bro.

-Please.

-Fine, fine.

Just don't say anything stupid

in front of her.

I won't say nothing stupid.

And clean that sh*t

off your face.

What the f*** do you think

I'm trying to do here?

-You're gonna scare her.

-Get me that phone!

F***, man.

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, it's probably

just some bullshit.

Hey, Ron, it's me.

Listen, I'll explain later.

Are you with Mom right now?

All right, listen.

Is there anybody else in the

room with you right now?

Oh, f***.

Listen, listen, when I get

off the phone with you,

you gotta pretend

like you just got

off the phone

with one of your friends

or something, all right?

All right,

it's really important.

I gotta call you back later

from a different phone.

I'll explain everything.

All right?

All right, I love you, bro.

Bye.

Whoa, whoa.

Why are we going back

to the hospital for?

I thought that's

where you wanted to go.

Are you f***ing crazy?

All right.

I'm gonna drop you off

at that White Castle.

I gotta get something

for my brother, anyway.

Yo, could you run in and get

a number 5 six-piece

chicken thing?

All right.

Get me something too.

I'm starving.

Just a couple sliders, please.

Go ahead.

Give me my phone.

-Here.

-No, no, leave that in here.

I wanna use it.

All right, bro. She's gone.

Let's get the f*** out of

here! Let's f***ing book it.

Driving around

in a stolen car?

Don't be a f***ing idiot.

We're waiting for her here.

Well, I guess I'm gonna stay

in the car, too, then, man.

Because you've seen

how it is back there.

All those f***ing cops.

And there's f***ing cops

at my house. I don't think

you understand, bro.

I just got out

of prison yesterday.

I'm on f***ing parole.

I'm f***ed.

I'm gonna end up back in jail.

I am not going back to jail!

And these f***ing pills

aren't doing sh*t.

Man, this is all

a bunch of f***ing

bullshit, man!

Shut the f*** up.

I'm trying to think.

Okay?

What do you think

I'm trying to do?

I'm trying to f***ing

figure out my sh*t, too.

I don't know what the f***

I'm going to do.

I don't remember half the sh*t

that went on yesterday.

I don't know if I ended up

in the hospital first.

Or the precinct first.

I don't know

if they got my fingerprints.

I don't know

what the f*** is going on.

And I don't remember

half of it

because I was so

goddamned f***ed up!

I remember being

dropped off by a bus.

The jail releases me,

the bus drops me off

right in front of

a liquor store on the corner.

I mean, after doing

two years in jail,

what the f*** do you think

is gonna happen, man?

I'm gonna want

a f***ing drink.

Right away I'm getting

a bottle of brandy.

I'm already practically broke,

with the little money

that was left in my account.

So I call my boy, Caliph.

He comes through

with some more liquor.

Your boy's home, man.

And some sticks of Xanax.

My brother!

He takes some sticks.

I take some sticks.

And by now,

we're all f***ed up.

And I'm just feeling so good

that I don't even give a f***.

So we both walk over

to his boy Trevor's house.

This guy who has

this hustle going

where he moves acid

for this guy in the Bronx

to this other guy

in Long Island.

But what they do is,

they skim a couple

of sheets off the top,

you know, so they could

have some money

on the side for themselves

before they make the delivery.

Yo, Bells, Belvis,

how much was that?

Yo, son, hook me up, son.

Finish her. You're a

three-minute man anyway.

F***, let me do my thing, man.

So I ride with him

to Long Island,

and I'm thinking

the whole time

this PO's gonna

read me the riot act,

'cause I'm f***ing up already,

but, I mean...

I'm feeling so great,

and I'm f***ed up.

And I just don't give a f***.

I'm celebrating.

I'm not gonna spill it.

Yo, how much

is this sh*t worth?

So I'm at the arcade

with Trevor now.

You know, we're doing

our thing, hustling acid.

And, you know,

we take over this place.

Like it's our f***ing office.

Once in a while

someone will show up

and we'll make a sale,

you know.

Make a sale here.

Make a sale there.

Twenty? You know...

Take that sh*t

and get high, baby boy.

A little stronger

than last time, I hope.

But then,

one of Trevor's friends,

this clown Donnie walks in.

And he's all f***ed up.

And he's talking about

how he just robbed some

Radio Shack down the street.

Look, check this out.

At this point,

the acid's kicking in for me,

so I can't follow this sh*t.

I'm having a hard time

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