Lottery Ticket Page #8

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l'm broke, nigga! l'm broke!

And you got the power

to change that, Kev.

Nobody else. You.

Kevin, if l had the money...

''lf.''

...not only would l give back...

...l would change lives.

The sad thing is, you known me

for this long and you still don't get it.

Bust a move, homey.

You want me to be honest?

That's why l'm here, right?

Look, you know l can't even stand

Benny half the time...

...but he is not a thief, and you know it.

lf anything, that boy is too loyal to you.

You probably hurt his feelings,

and l personally think you acted like an ass.

-And you need to tell him you're sorry.

-What?

That's the truth.

- Central Bank on Wednesday....

What? You said you wanted me

to be honest, right?

Stacie.

-What's up?

lf you won the lottery,

what would you do?

Me?

l mean, you know...

...take care of my family, travel...

...finish school, all that good stuff.

But if l had your kind of money,

l'd give back.

Give people something to live for

instead of just living, you know?

Like, look at how some of these rappers

always talk about, ''Shout out to my 'hood.''

But what are they giving back

other than just shoutouts?

Thank you.

lt's cool, it's just a grilled cheese.

No, no. Not for the sandwich.

Just thanks for being there for me.

l mean that.

lt's cool.

l got you.

l appreciate it.

-But now l need you to tell me something.

-What's up?

What happened on your little date

with Nikki Swayze?

Say ''l told you so.''

All she wanted to be was my baby mama.

Wow, what?

Nikki, the no-class, gold-digging b*tch.

l'm shocked.

l mean, but at least

you got what you wanted:

To tell all your boys you hit that.

Because l didn't.

God on my mama,

l ain't touched that girl.

Mm-hm.

l'm kind of glad l didn't too.

What do l look like?

Swapping swords

with half of the Fortune 500.

l'm straight.

And besides...

...that's not the kind of girl

l need anyway.

Oh, really? Who is the kind

of girl you need, then?

Can l be honest?

Ain't that why you came here?

The kind of girl l need is you.

Goodbye, Kevin. Goodbye.

What, you gonna kick me out?

You know what? l'm not interested

in being your second choice.

How long have we known each other?

Why did it take you so long

to tell me this?

Oh. After you and Nikki,

all of a sudden you wanna be with me?

Why'd it take you so long?

l'm not that girl, okay?

Don't get it

- twisted.

-Hold on, hold on.

-What?

-Wait, hold on.

-What?

Wait.

Tst. Damn, girl, how many dudes

you done had up in your bed?

What? Don't try to play me.

lf you think we're doing this

without a condom, you're tripping.

What?

Nothing.

Stacie!

-Oh, sh*t, it's my mama!

-Your mama?

You gotta go.

-Damn, your mama?

-What?

Come on.

-You gotta - Get out! No!

-What? Let me go.

-Out where?

-Get out.

Out the window?

-Sorry. Yes.

-Careful.

Goddamn.

-Are you okay?

-l'm fine.

Please be careful. Okay.

-What?

-l love you.

l love you too.

Now go. Get down.

Where am l?

Morning.

Now, relax now, son, relax.

Don't worry about nothing,

you just got knocked the f*** out.

Put these black-eyed peas on your jaw.

Take down the swelling.

What you talking about?

Man, are you crazy?

Ain't nobody knock me out.

Hold on.

Wait a minute.

Where's my ticket?

l don't know. They probably stole it.

That's why you was knocked out.

-Yeah.

-Damn!

Yeah, that about sums it up.

Wait a minute.

How do l know you didn't knock me out

yourself and stole my ticket?

The fact of the matter is Lorenzo

and his boys was out there walking.

l heard them talking and laughing.

l get up,

l look and see you stretched out.

Now, it wasn't easy...

...but l pick you up and l tote you in here

and put you on that couch.

And you talk to me like that?

l ain't been out this apartment

in 22 years and l did it for you.

You did that?

What l wanna know is,

did you sign the back of the ticket?

Why would l sign the ticket?

lf you didn't sign the back of the ticket,

it's not valid.

-The cops is not gonna believe you.

-No, no.

Man, bump that!

Look, he stole my ticket.

l should be able to go right back to him

and get it back, straight up!

Okay, tiger. Okay.

But look, Lorenzo's a premature

crack-baby felon, okay?

You gotta be careful.

What other choice do l have?

Well, l been thinking.

The same thing got you into this mess...

-...might just get you out.

-Man, l'm not trying to hear that.

-Wait, wait, wait

-What?

-Where you going?

-l'm out, man.

Hold up.

You took my sneakers?

l was thinking about it.

But they wasn't on your feet

when l dragged you in here.

You wouldn't have did nothing.

Protect yourself at all times.

Whatever!

Protect yourself at all times.

Don't do this with this boy.

l'm too old for this.

Whoo! Thank you, Jesus!

Thank you, Jesus!

Thank you, Jesus! Oh.

Where the hell you been, boy?

l been worried sick about you.

Nobody know where you is, you didn't call.

What happened?

And where are your shoes?

-l got robbed!

-What?

Lorenzo took everything, all right?

Look, he took my ticket,

he took my shoes....

Oh. No, l'm calling the police.

Chill out. Don't do that.

What they gonna do?

l didn't sign the back of the ticket.

Boy, l told you. You'd given me that ticket,

l'd put it here, wouldn't nobody get to it.

Look, l got 24 hours to go claim

what's mine, all right?

And that's what l'm about to go do.

That's how it is.

Oh, hell, no. l'm calling somebody.

Stacie?

Watch it. Watch.

-Come on, come on. Bet back, bet back.

-What up, B?

Nothing.

Chilling with my real friends.

What's up with you?

That ain't no dirty dice.

That's my money on the ground, fool.

Let me holler at you real quick, man.

Your drawers is dirty, not my dice.

Come on, man.

What's up, Kev?

Look, man.

l'm sorry about what happened

on the roof the other day.

l mean that, man.

Look, Kev, l know my approach to life

might be a little off...

...but just know my intentions are good.

-We boys?

-We boys.

All day.

Kevin, you got that Bobby Brown look

in your eyes, man. What you doing?

Where the hell you been, man?

You harder to find than a job.

Man, like you would know.

You ain't had a job since Thriller.

-Where Lorenzo at?

What?

Lorenzo Mack?

l saw him yesterday when he was

racing you up and down the street.

Man, listen. When y'all see Lorenzo,

Iet him know l'm looking for his ass.

-Tell him that.

Don't say nothing.

Kevin....

-Wait - Is he looking for?

-He wants to find Lorenzo?

You seen Lorenzo?

Calm down.

-Shut up, man.

-Little girl, you seen Lorenzo?

My friend's crazy.

-This is crazy.

-Move!

He's not out here.

-Kev, look, he's bigger than you.

-Y'all seen Lorenzo?

-Don't mind him.

Hey, where you at?

Man, bring your ass outside!

Talking all that sh*t! Where you at now?

-Kevin, just calm down.

-Shut up!

Right there.

-Don't get your ass kicked.

l got your ass now!

-Boy, what the hell's wrong with you?

-All right.

You think because you got money,

you can just knock people down? Huh?

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