Morris From America Page #4

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the whole weekend

in Frankfurt,

and I never

took my flight

back to New York.

Love will make you

do some stupid sh*t, mo,

and I'm not trying

to keep you from

experiencing that sh*t.

I'm not trying

to keep you from

experiencing anything.

My job is

to raise you right,

and it's hard, man,

especially

if you not gonna be

on my team, you know?

I know

i put you in the fire

by bringing us here,

and you might be

still mad at me

about that,

but I make

the best decisions

i can for you.

Period.

I was in Berlin

interviewing for a job

with their team

to get us out of here.

I didn't want

to tell you,

because who knows

if I'll get it or not.

But I'm trying,

you know,

'cause it's hard

out here for me, too.

You gotta remember

we in the same boat.

So get on my team, man.

Tell me what's going on,

and I'll be there

for you.

We the only

two brothers

in Heidelberg.

We gotta stick together.

Know what I'm saying?

How'd you know

it was a girl?

It's always a girl, mo.

I do hate it here.

My man.

I know.

But check it.

I know you don't want

to hear this right now,

but one day, when you

lighting the hip-hop

world on fire,

it'll be 'cause you have

a unique perspective.

And when you collecting

all your source awards,

you'll thank me.

Source awards?

Mm-hmm.

Is that as far as I get

in your dreams?

All right. All right.

You right.

Can I get a grammy

or something?

Nobel prize!

How 'bout that?

Thank me in that speech.

So I'm not in trouble?

Hah!

Oh, no, you grounded

like a motherf***er.

Mmm!

That is delicious!

Right.

Marvelous!

Someone's

in a good mood today.

Yep.

Not grounded anymore.

Oh. You a free man?

What are you gonna do?

Whatever I want.

So you're not angry

at me anymore?

Nah.

Sweet.

Don't trust you, though.

No?

Don't trust

no German women.

I ain't German.

What?

I'm not German.

Do you even

speak German?

Well, I guess then it's

a good time to tell you

I'm not gonna be

your tutor anymore.

Why?

Because I'm graduating.

So we--we can't pay you

or anything?

I don't know German

well enough to stop.

Well, you can

pay someone else,

but not me, 'cause I'm

moving to New York.

For your boyfriend?

And for me.

Damn.

Language, mister.

"Damn" isn't language.

You gonna miss me?

No, not a bit.

Little bit?

All right.

Dear Mr. gangster,

I am writing you

from Dusseldorf.

Per played a show here

last night,

and we have a few more days

before we go to hannover.

I'm very sorry

we left you in Frankfurt,

but I think this was

the best thing to do.

So maybe I'm not sorry.

But I'm sorry

i did not say good-bye,

because I'm not sure if I'll

becoming back to Heidelberg.

You made me see how everyone

there is just d*ckheads.

Per is talking

about moving to Berlin

and wants me to move in

with him. Isn't that great?

Anyway, I wish

you could write me back,

but I don't have an address,

so just think of me

sometimes, ok?

Oh, p.S.

I listened to some Jay-Z.

Pimps and ladies

brushing shoulders.

Cool song.

And your impression

was really good.

I'm happy I've met you,

Morris from America.

Enjoy the picture.

Love, katrin.

That bunny-ear-giving

motherf***er.

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