Life Support Page #7

the f***? You the one was getting high,

and you the one that caught this,"

you know, all this kind of sh*t.

But you know what?

I'm just like, you know,

I'm trying to be a different

person. And you know,

I mean, how's she just

gonna up and move?

Like... my daughter's

almost grown.

Like, it's gone.

It's gone.

I just feel like

I'm running out of time.

I feel like she's about

to leave me, you know.

And I'm here now, you know,

and I wanna be there.

Like I said, this is just one

of them days, you know?

Okay, so this

promoter named MJ-2

runs these parties

over at The Pit.

He's all up in that

homo-thug world.

Got guys hustling

for him, the whole sh*t.

If anybody could find

Amare, it's him.

- He gay?

- How the hell do I know?

What, I got gaydar

or some sh*t?

I don't know, you just seem to know

a lot of different kinds of people,

- that's all.

- Just 'cause he's running the parties,

don't mean he can't be straight. He got

a family living out in Staten Island...

white picket fence,

the whole sh*t.

Yeah, family.

Definitely can't be gay.

So, what's up?

You gonna introduce me or what?

You gonna hook me up?

I can't believe you get

this much ass.

He got a party happening tonight.

What'd you say

his name was again?

MJ-2. You heard of him?

Owns a recording studio

called Hatlantic.

Thinks he's a producer,

but his joints are corny.

- You ready?

- Can I finish my fried rice, please?

Well, hurry up then.

You looking for MJ-2, right?

That's him deejaying.

Thanks for dinner.

I'm out.

Yeah, I know Amare.

He gives out flyers

for me sometimes.

Not a lot of jobs out there for

young brothers, so I try to do my part.

Well, he works for you,

so I thought, you know,

you might know some way

to find him that I don't.

Damn, that boy's popular. Got all

kind of women looking out for him.

Excuse me,

this is not a funny

situation to me.

And turn that f***ing thing off

so you could talk to me for a minute.

I'm gonna tell you what I told shorty

that came looking for him last week.

I haven't seen him in a while.

Shorty... that wouldn't have happened

to be at Hatlantic, would it?

This is starting

to get tiring, okay?

I provide a service here,

a place where these boys

could be themselves.

Other than that, I try not to get up

in anybody's business.

Maybe you should think

about doing the same.

Well, ain't you a saint?

Let me tell you something,

MJ-2... or is it Michael?

I wonder what would happen

if I go to Staten Island

and ask your wife

what she think about your

little two-timing ways.

B*tch, don't you ever try

to threaten me or my family.

I will have your ass killed.

Go ahead! Please!

I got the virus.

I'm already dead,

motherf***er! What?

And let me tell you something:

I don't give a f***

about you or your little

lying booty-bandit ass,

but you gonna help me

find that boy

before he dies on

these f***ing streets.

Do you hear me?

Yeah, okay. Okay.

Put your number in my phone.

You just gotta make

a n*gger go there. Here. Store it.

I was scared

you weren't coming home.

I thought about it.

I even went past the old spot.

Saw a lot of folks out there.

Getting high?

Ana, you keep pushing

and pushing

and I don't know why.

I know our life

ain't perfect, okay?

But it's good...

a lot of the time.

Better than it was before,

when we were using.

But you saying I could be

a b*tch sometimes?

Yeah.

Well, damn, you could've

hesitated or something.

I guess I could have,

but what's true is true.

You being honest

or you being funny?

Both.

I love you,

but sometimes...

you play all of us...

me and Kelly,

and your moms.

You do what you want

no matter how it affects us.

That is not true.

See? There you go right there.

You gonna ask the question

but you don't wanna hear the answer.

You're stubborn,

and you don't listen.

Okay, Slick.

I'm sorry.

I'm gonna work on it.

So what, you been sitting

here all night?

Hardly.

I've been all over.

I said some wild sh*t

tonight about dying.

- Like what?

- Don't even matter.

I didn't mean it.

The bottom line is

I want to be around

for a long time.

Me and you,

that's how it needs to be.

You and me, not just you.

And you need

to chill out some.

And, you know, maybe

you can give me a

foot rub sometime. Huh?

Aw, yeah.

Now you go in there

and make me a sandwich too.

- At the same time?

- Uh-huh, rub my feet

- and make the sandwich.

- Okay, baby.

Hello? Where?

Right now?

Okay. Okay.

Who's that?

That was the guy

from the club.

He said he knows

where to find Amare.

I'm gonna see if I can

bring him home.

Okay. Let's roll.

Oh, he don't look right, baby.

Listen, you go.

I'm gonna be right here.

Okay. Okay, baby.

Amare?

Hey, how you doing?

Miss Wallace?

Is Kelly with you?

What are you doing here?

I've been looking

for you all over Brooklyn.

Let's go inside the building

and talk for a minute, okay?

I wanna stay here,

Miss Wallace.

It's kinda

hot out here.

I'm fine.

Remember when...

it would get too hot

in the apartment,

my parents would come

down here with us?

Mm-hmm.

Remember when y'all

was having that barbecue,

right over there?

We knew y'all was

just getting high.

There was

a big-ass rottweiler.

He was coming at us

and we was yelling for y'all.

Y'all were right over there,

but nobody came.

So Kelly grabbed a rib off

her plate and she threw it at him.

He was our best friend

after that, you know?

You know how I was

always happy for Kelly

that she got to be

with Lucille.

I mean...

I think she could be

a b*tch sometimes...

but she kept her straight.

You know what I'm saying?

Yeah.

Yeah, I know. I really do.

Listen, Amare, I want you

to come home with me, okay?

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

I got a room set up

for you and everything.

I appreciate the thought,

but I'm cool here.

It ain't cool.

You can't stay out here, baby.

You know your sister's the one

who told me you was

out here, right?

She wants you to come

home with me too.

That's a lie.

If she cared about me,

she'd come down

here herself.

I'll be right back, okay?

Just stay right here.

I'm coming right back.

Watch him.

Damn elevator.

Tanya! Tanya, open up the door!

Open the door!

Your brother's outside dying!

Tanya, open up this door,

I know you hear me!

I know you f***ing hear me!

Open up this f***ing door!

F*** this bullshit.

Hello? Yes.

I want to report attempted suicide

at the Tilden Projects.

He's sitting on a bench

in front of number 315.

Please send somebody quick.

F***. Some f***ing choice!

Amare?

He looks bad, Ma.

They said

he has pneumonia.

He might not make it, Kelly.

Ma?

Ma, I'm sorry about

everything I said.

It's all right.

Come here.

Let me talk to you. I need

to talk to you about something.

Tonight,

when I found Amare,

he reminded me

of a couple of things.

I know you been trying

to do the same thing,

but I just wasn't

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