Jamesy Boy Page #3

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If we let it, you know?

What?

You can sleep here if you want to.

Hold.

Open 42.

Watch out!

Hey, old timer.

You got anything to read?

Come on, I've been in the

hole for three weeks.

I'm going batshit.

I don't wanna be friends, guppy.

I've been down more than three

years, I ain't no fish.

JB...

Guillermo runnin' his mouth, man.

Punk ass said you snuck him

in the shower.

Wants to put a knife in your back.

So what?

So we should handle that.

Why does nobody test that guy?

'Cause that guy made it known

he didn't wanna be tested.

Motherf***er's got

status in the yard.

Killed five people inside and

saying he's done two more since.

Hold!

Planning a vacation?

Don't talk to me.

Why I'm right?

'Cause poetic seizures keep me

thinking in Morse code,

so I write all the Tory

hallucinations in sign language,

so you can see how it sounds

when I write, all right?

I write keys and escape plans

but chain gangs,

street gangs turn into literary

genius, am I right?

I rewrite, everybody start,

everyone have to write...

Yard's over!

Yo.

What's in Rio de "Janeerio"?

Shut up.

Hit.

Hit.

Somethin' better.

Somethin' better?

It's pronounced "Janeiro".

You've been?

Only in my mind.

I got this kid hurt.

There was a fight in the

showers and he got stabbed.

So?

So, I'm gonna

do something about it.

Oh, starting

a yard war is a good way

to make sure you don't

go back to the real world.

Maybe that's what you're scared of.

I'm not scared.

Oh, you think you different

than these other a**holes?

News for you, kid.

You're not.

Go!

Oh, sh*t!

Hey.

Um, can I get two grape cigarillos

and a pack of racks, please?

Do you have ID?

Oh... I think I forgot it at home.

Come on, we're friends aren't we?

Just take it.

What?

I don't want any trouble.

I've seen you around.

I know you deal drugs.

I'm not robbing you.

I'm paying, see?

I'm James.

Hey.

Come here.

Let's go somewhere and f***.

Uh-huh

It's a fly little low so

I thought you got that outfit

last week week

When you were shoppin'

Call it heavy

Fly while you catch up

on the latest

Hey yo, slow down.

Yo!

Are you deaf?

Hey, yo, slow down.

What, here?

Yo, pull the f*** over!

Pull over!

What the hell is wrong with you? You

know with the sh*t we got in the trunk?

If a cop pulled us over

we would get ten years.

Roc sends you on a couple errand boy jobs

and suddenly you're f***ing invincible?

No.

Then what?

What?

I've invincible all along.

Ugh!

Plus, with the amount of paper

I've been puttin' in Roc's pocket,

he's gonna start

taking me more seriously.

I ain't nobody's b*tch, Crystal.

Grimey, f*** this.

Jamesy Boy here, talkin' me

into bringing him back

to their own crib,

to plan their next move.

But once, now look, once he's inside...

Wha'd you do, man?

I robbed them.

Oh, sh*t.

Naw, right?

Swear to God,

no jokes little brother,

picks up one of their

own pieces, right?

A'ight.

Mm-hmm, yeah.

Stands one guy, against four.

Eenie, meenie, miney,

motherfuckin' Moe.

Sh*t.

Tells him he's collecting

a "disloyalty tax".

Disloyalty tax.

Hold up.

What the f*** happened after that?

They sh*t their pants,

is what happened!

They paid him!

They pissed all over their rug.

And I end up making money

on what's supposed to be

a strike against me.

Right?

But that sh*t ain't even the point.

Naw.

The point is,

Jamesy Boy's got loyalty.

It was good.

I want to talk to you about

some ideas I got.

Maybe a couple deals I think

I could line up on my own.

All right.

Drink one of these.

Put some f***in' bass

in your voice.

Not now.

Right?

You keep putting in that work

on the smaller jobs, we'll see.

All good?

Cool.

All right.

By the way,

congratulations on Crystal.

Thank God for the sluts, right?

Hon, look what I found.

What is this,

like a diary or some sh*t?

You writing down your feelings?

What are you doing?

Can you imagine if Roc

or Drew found this?

Give it back!

Oh my God.

I said give it back to me!

Oh! Calm down.

Hey.

I just didn't know

my big tough gangster

had a soft and chewy centre.

What?

Hey!

Hey.

Come here.

I'm sorry, okay?

I promise we'll never

talk about your diary again.

All right?

How was your drive?

Long.

There was construction,

the weather's sh*t, of course.

How's Holly?

Better.

She says hi.

She looks like she might actually...

make good.

I guess I probably

helped with that.

"Now you best behave yourself

or you'll end up

You haven't ended up

like anything yet.

God, I hate...

I hate this place.

I could've been here too.

No, you wouldn't have.

Thanks.

What do you want for Christmas?

What?

Your hearing's in five weeks,

it's your first

Christmas in four years,

you can bet there's gonna be

something under the tree.

When was the last time

you got a tree?

I'm getting you a kickass present,

so unless you want socks,

you better say something.

Just a hearing, Mom.

We've both got dealt

shitty hands, boy,

but things are gonna get better?

Yeah.

Yo.

Well?

Is it honest?

Yeah.

Why the hell do you

care what I think?

You really kill five people?

There's a giant bay...

and in the middle there's a rock...

and way up high on the mountain...

there's a 100-foot tall

statue of Jesus Christ...

with his arms spread out.

They speak Spanish there, right?

Naw.

No, Portuguese.

It's the only country

in South America

where they don't speak Spanish.

And they eat those, um...

those little bananas, right?

Plantains.

Hmm.

Now you keep writing.

It don't matter about what,

it don't even matter

if it's good or not.

You do everything you can

to just block this sh*t out.

Just block it out.

Prisons are packed

with crowded spaces.

Lifers and guards,

with hollow faces.

Amongst the sea...

But amongst the sea

of tribulation...

Well, I'm waiting on a day

when the people walk free

To see and the penitentiary

is on fire

There's only

to be your mother

Or your brother or the one

to come before you for

I'm waiting on a time when

the people walk free to see

And the

penitentiary in our mind

There's no need

to bleed for your father

Or your son all the

the one that you recall

When the penitentiary

is on fire

When the penitentiary

is on fire

I'm waiting on a day

when the people come free

Cesario, get up man.

You gotta show them you're

strong, get the f*** up, man.

All right.

What's up with you?

What's up, ha.

Read that.

I had a girl on the outside too.

I was crazy for her.

But after I went down,

she stopped talking.

It's tough.

But it's not the end of the world.

I guess so, ha.

Stephanie was like the whole

reason I kept going.

Two f***ing years.

So, you know, um,

when I was in the med ward,

there were these visitors that

would come in and read to us.

One of them told me something.

That we have the right

to file a formal complaint

and bypass the COs, and go

straight to the administration.

You can't do that.

If there's an investigation,

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