King Dave Page #2

So I tell them to meet

at St-Laurent/Prince-Arthur at 9:30.

Thanks for the ride, man.

I'll call you.

- See ya.

Just before going out, my chick drops by the crib.

I really want to f***, man.

Release the pressure of the last three days!

And I haven't seen her for like a week

'cuz of her f***in' classes.

But she ain't into it,

it's that time of the month again, turns her off.

Not here. Too many people.

- Ha! Come on!

F***, you're hot.

I wanna dance.

- No! Not now.

Come.

- No. We just got in.

OK, do what you want.

- Maybe after a couple of beers.

F***, she's hot.

Quarter to one.

I'm f***in' drunk, man.

Steering away from the Blacks.

I could wind up agreeing to do sh*t I don't wanna do.

Especially now, that I've gained some confidence.

Ah... yeah?

Here.

A MILF just gives me her number,

but I'm like totally engaged.

If ever.

Ah... OK...

Sorry, ma'am.

So I put in my treasure chest.

Yo, guys. Yes sir!

Round of Shots! Round of Shots!

Nah-no, man. My turn to pay!

- Nan, man.

Keep your dirty money. I'm buyin''.

You put that on my tab.

You want one?

- Sure.

Yeah, man!

The barmaid is in love with us!

Then man, one of the niggaz starts kicking it

with my girl on the dance floor.

Pisses me off!

But I keep my cool, thinking she'll brush him off.

Not happening

I go see her on the dance floor,

I pull her off to the side... gently.

Sorry. Two seconds.

What are you doing?!?

I'm sorry, I'm drunk.

I'm just dancing, trust me.

I love you.

- Yeah, me too. Me too.

Round of shots boys.

Let's do it again.

- I just ordered, man.

Again. Same thing, OK?

Liquid Cocaine.

Another one?

Haha, just joking, kidding.

She's still dancing with the f***er.

Stop. Zoom in on the nigga's hand

on my girl's ass.

F*** it, he's dead, man.

I run across the dance floor like a f***ing tornado.

I push the dude.

Yo man, what's your problem?

- Dave, what are you doing?

Getting sober fast.

That's my chick, man!

Ark.

- Yo, chill, bro.

F*** your bro, man.

I ain't your bro. I'm nobody's bro, OK!

Watch your mouth.

You watch out. You don't know who lam.

You're looking for trouble!?

- Absolutely. Want to take it outside?

Then, man, he turns, like he was looking

for his buddies, I grab him by the collar.

I don't think you wanna fight.

I got three years of kung-fu on me.

That's one of my flaws:

when I'm drunk, I'm a f***ing liar.

No worries.

I've been Thai boxin'' for 5.

You fat f***.

F***! Nobody moves, we're just feelin'' each other out.

Not sure about his Thai boxin''.

I mean, if I can bluff, he can too.

I feel much stronger thinkin''

that he's lying so that's what I tell myself.

Take it a bit further.

Come on, let's go outside.

Let's go.

F***! No choice, I follow him.

My friends are nowhere.

My girl disappeared.

I'm gonna take one hell of a beating.

The bouncer sees me going.

Like he knows what I'm up to

and that I probably won't come back.

Have a nice evening, sir.

I just feel like telling him to go f*** himself,

but I just focus on what I gotta do.

Outside.

St-Laurent, man.

St-Laurent.

I still got my back to him, he pushes me.

I'm f***in' drunk so I fall over.

I try to grab a parking meter

while I'm dropping but I can't hang onto it.

I bust my face on a container

and then crash down to the street.

Blood everywhere. On me, on the container, in my mouth.

Pieces of broken teeth too.

I tell myself I have to get up and kill this guy.

But as I put my hand on the ground,

I realize there's something wrong.

My shoulder f***in'' hurts.

I get up, screamin''.

Man, my shoulder is down to here.

My arm feels like jello.

The nigga bounced.

The slut waitress that took care of us all night

was on the sidewalk.

Do you really think I'm gonna let you go

without paying your bill?

Yelling I was leaving without paying my bill.

The bouncer was there too.

Laughing his ass off.

He grabbed my hand.

Popped my shoulder back into place.

I was about to scream.

Nothing came out. Felt good.

So.

- So. Thanks!

I went back inside to pay my bill:

193 bucks.

Plus 50 as a tip so she doesn't think I'm cheap.

On my way out, the bouncer tells me:

You're never coming back here. OK?

Yes, OK.

As if I need to be told, man.

The next day? Dental Emergency.

2 teeth pulled, 3 fillings, no insurance.

$472.36.

F*** the mad cash!

I'm walking home from the dentist.

My mouth, like f***in' cauliflower.

Can't smoke, can't feel my lips.

I could be f***in' slobbering all over the place

without knowing it.

Everything is playing back in my head

like a shitty movie.

I'm pissed off.

I just wanna get into a fight.

I feel like rippin'' the head off every guy I see,

but I keep it cool.

'Cuz I know that I ain't exactly on a winning streak.

Get to my house, still f***in' raging.

After pounding the wall 2 or 3 times...

I start to chill out.

Hit the couch, with a cold one.

Sh*t, man, I could down a twelver.

Turn the TV on, flip the channels.

I go around the channels 2 or 3 times,

leave it on some American cop show.

Cops running after people.

Usually blacks.

As if black people were the only ones

stirrin'' up some sh*t.

I get up to get another beer.

Something doesn't feel right.

Ah no, man.

I don't remember leaving my blanky like that.

I can feel it, but can't put my finger on it.

Can't be the niggaz. I did their f***in' job.

Unless they wanted to jack me?

What the fumes?

My Pager goes off.

A voice message.

I call back.

Listen to it.

Dave, I had a few things at your place.

I came by to pick them up.

Left the keys on the bed.

Don't call me. Ever. OK?

I'm dead serious.

And by the way I know about the car radios.

And with the show you put on last night.

You're a real a**hole, Dave.

A real a**hole.

F***.

She took her f***in' things.

B*tch! Man!

The biatch is dumping me because of this stupid sh*t?

No, no, no.

Hello? Marc?

Didn't even ring.

I was about to call Nat. You know what, man?

She came to get her things.

Yeah, yeah, man, looks serious and sh*t.

No, man. She didn't sound like she was joking.

Yes, man, easy to say!

Na-no, sorry. You're right.

Alright, except that it f***in' cost me!

It hurts like a motherf***er.

No way, man, I didn't go to the ER for that.

The dentist told me my shoulder

would probably hurt for a while.

Man, if I ever cross that nigga again, man.

What?

Yeah.

Now, he tells me the nigga was wearing gang colors,

a gang from St-Francois in Laval.

The BFTs. I know them.

By reputation.

Freaks. F***in' freaks.

So there's a chance that my nigga is with that gang.

Any other time, I would never think of jackin'' a BFT.

But man, this ain't any other time.

F*** no, man!

Sh*t, this nigga just hurt me like real f***in' bad.

I can feel my f***in' temperature risin'.

I'm boiling, man!

A f***in' volcano, man. I wanna get him back, man.

I want him to be hurt like I was hurt.

I want him to regret talking sh*t

in front of his boys just for show.

But what I really want is for him

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