Lottery Ticket Page #5

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for the longest.

l know your mama.

Look, just the other day

everybody thought l was a snitch.

But the other day you wasn't rich.

-So, what you want me to do?

-l say you roll with it.

You hear that? ''Kevin. Kevin. Kevin.''

All right, everybody.

Everybody, please, please, please.

What l was trying to say...

...was that, Fillmore,

we on now, baby!

l'm gonna get a jet!

l'm gonna get a jet!

l'm gonna get a jet!

-Kevin, l just heard. l just heard.

-Hey, hey.

Hold up. You just can't be running up

on Mr. Carson like that these days.

Man, what you doing?

Pointing a gun at Stacie?

You know we love Stacie.

No. Y'all wrong.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

l'm just saying, she might have something.

-What is all of this?

-What?

My entourage?

Look, it's just for protection.

Half these cats out here trying to kill me,

you know that.

-True.

-Hey, look. Forget that.

You know where l got the numbers?

-Where?

-That fortune cookie from your job.

-You're lying.

-No, l swear to God.

-Are you serious?

-Yes.

Boy, how you gonna win off my fortune

cookie and not tell me? Where is my cut?

Your cut? You don't be hooking me up.

-When l come over and l get the kung pao

-l hook you up all the time.

Yeah, with the sample.

You don't even have to go

to design school.

You could start your own shoe company.

Yeah, l guess l could.

That is all you been talking about

since you were 9 years old. This is it, Kevin.

-You okay?

-Yeah, just....

l mean....

Man, l don't know, Stacie. Man, it's a lot.

It's a lot. l'm not even gonna lie to you.

l know, but trust me, l got you.

You're good.

-Oh. l'm worried now.

-Okay? You know.

Hey, Kevin.

Hi.

Hold on.

Okay.

What's up, Nikki?

-l owe you an apology.

l was so rude to you yesterday

and l been feeling horrible ever since.

Look, it's cool.

You know, l understand.

-l ain't tripping. It's all good.

-No.

l don't think you do, Kevin.

l've always thought

that you were so fine.

Yesterday, when you came up to me,

l guess l just didn't know what to say.

What?

Wow. Heh.

l was hoping maybe you'd give me

a chance to make it up.

Are you busy tonight?

Hell, no, he ain't.

Good.

My mother's gonna be gone.

Maybe we can go out somewhere...

...and then later you can come back

and keep me company.

You'll let me do that?

l mean

Cool. Yeah, we can

l promise, Kevin, you will never, ever...

...ever forget tonight.

See you later.

Later, if you want, you can

Ieave your panties at my house.

My house.

Damn, Kev. Did she touch your face?

Yeah, and my stomach.

That ass is priceless!

That's what you like?

That's what you like?

Please tell me you did not

just fall for that.

That b*tch is beyond trifling.

-Come on, Stacie.

l smell jealousy.

-Jealousy is in the air.

-No, no, no. It is so obvious.

Only reason she came over,

she heard about your ticket.

Wait. You saying my boy

ain't good enough...

...to get a girl like Nikki Swayze

without money?

No. What l'm saying is yesterday

she handed you a bag of sh*t, right?

Today, suddenly she wants to screw you.

Is that a coincidence?

Come on.

-Whatever. Do what you wanna do.

Stace, don't be like that.

-Stacie just being Stacie, man.

-l ain't got time for this.

You need to be thinking about

where you gonna take Nikki.

-Already got it covered.

-She gonna bring her friends?

-l already got the spot.

-Okay, where we going?

-Y'all ready?

Yeah.

l'm gonna take her

to that new Waffle House.

-No, man.

-Goddamn Waffle House!

You can't take her there.

Not no ghetto spot, man. You a baller now.

You gotta take her to a place like, um....

-What's that joint called?

Dolce.

Dolce Vittoria.

Hey, dog.

That's where all the rich people go, man.

Y'all forgetting, l ain't got no money.

l'm just as broke now as l was yesterday.

l can't get that money until

l turn in that ticket. You know that.

-That's true, yeah.

-Oh, you need money?

lf you need money,

l can get you some money.

How are you gonna get me some money?

Man, l know a dude

that got stacks of money.

l mean, he got packs of money.

-Racks of money.

Y'all vouch for him?

What? That's our boy.

Let's go get this stimulus package,

nigga.

l told y'all l knew where

to get the money from.

l know Sweet Tee and them

for years.

l know all his brothers and everybody.

What's up, Jimmy?

-You, you. Come on.

-Huh?

Come on.

-This your boy?

-Yeah.

This better not be no bullshit, man.

Did l stutter?

-What's up, Jimmy?

-Get off the steps.

-Hold on, big man.

-Broke-ass Cosby kids.

Man, tell Sweet Tee l here, Jimmy.

-Jimmy. Jimmy.

-This supposed to be your hookup.

Jimmy always be playing like this.

He like the practical - Jimmy!

He don't know you.

Open the door, man.

Jimmy, you crazy as hell, man.

You got me this time, Jimmy. Jimmy!

Hey, look, if you need me for anything,

l'll be out here chilling.

Hey, fellas. Over here.

-Do you know who l am?

-Yeah, l heard of you before.

What have you heard about me?

You know, just stuff like how...

...you're like the Godfather

of the projects. Stuff like that.

Well, to my friends l go by Sweet Tee.

And l'd like very much to be

your friend, Kevin.

First of all, let me say congratulations

on your newfound wealth.

lt's always a wonderful feeling

when you make your first few million.

l'd also like you to accept this loan

as a token of my friendship.

Yeah. Just think of it

as a little business loan.

-How much money is this?

-A hundred G.

l figure that's enough for you boys

to have a good time...

...and a special night with your girl.

Look, Mr. Tee....

Sweet Tee.

Right. Sorry about that. Sweet Tee.

Look, l really do appreciate it...

...but l can't take this.

Are you refusing my friendship?

No.

No. No. Not at all.

Oh, go on, take that money

and enjoy yourself.

This here is Jimmy the Driver.

Now, he's gonna be your chaperone

for the weekend.

Now, just to make sure that there

are no problems, you understand?

Um....

Tee, can l talk to you for a minute, sir?

-Excuse me.

-Please.

Why are you doing this to me, man?

You didn't tell me l had to babysit

Bb's Kids the whole damn weekend.

Laquita got her stitches out, come on.

You just make sure

nothing happens to this kid...

...or you'll be parking cars

back at the strip club, you get it?

That is, if it's okay with you guys.

Deal?

-All right.

There you go.

l like that.

Just do it.

There go that boy.

Oh, okay, l see how it is, Kevin.

You come in with your crew,

you gonna jump me?

-What is he talking about?

l'm not afraid.

-l'm from a little town called Whup-Ass.

-Maybe you heard of my hometown.

l'm from the Wish-A-Nigga-Woulds.

Yeah. You ever been there?

-Weather is awesome.

Carl.

-Hey. How are you?

-What's up, man?

-Everything good?

-Good.

-We're gonna do a little shopping today.

-All right.

Let me see.

l'm gonna take everything on this wall.

Yeah, everything.

And everything on this one too.

A couple size 10s.

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