The Poker House Page #2

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from me.

I guess not.

What?

Why are you always

looking at me sideways?

Let me tell you,

lots of sh*t you don't know.

You think you're all-knowing

about everything.

You don't know sh*t.

I ain't looking at you.

You always

looking at me.

Ain't you got

nowhere to go?

Leave me alone!

Please.

Ohh. Ohh.

I ain't

botherin' you.

No, no.

I'm just sayin'...

You're just sayin'.

I'm sayin'.

No!

Whoa.

No! F***!

Yeah.

Look.

I'm sayin'...

this big one what left...

can f***.

So when you're ready...

you just tell me.

'Cause you're gonna have

to do it sooner or later.

Might as well

get it done right.

Guess we're gonna have to

figure out something soon.

One of these days.

Gotta pay to play.

'Cause you ain't gonna be...

14 forever.

Yeah, thank God

for small favors.

It wasn't always

like this, all f***ed up...

the house, my mom,

everything.

At the same

time, the disciples...

We were a real family once.

I had a dad.

Jesus called a little

child unto him and set him...

He was a preacher.

And said "Verily,

I say unto you,

"except ye be converted and

become as little children,

ye shall not enter into

the kingdom of heaven. "

I saw him heal

a guy out of a wheelchair once.

Dad put his two hands on him and

said, "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!"

real fast, over and over,

and the guy

got up and walked.

The guy walked, like,

five steps,

and he realized he was walking

and he fell on his face.

That's

when I realized this is bullshit.

Believe in me.

Get in there!

Come on!

Usually on Sunday,

if the Lord had blessed us with

an abundant collection plate...

F***ing whore. F***ing whore!

we'd go to a fancy restaurant and

have banana splits.

I'm gonna let it shine

Get over here! What...

Hey, get out of there! Come on!

Get over here! Get out of there!

Come on! Right now! Get out!

Don't worry, Agnes.

I don't want you.

So the police

finally came and got us out. Mom too.

Dad changed his shirt

'cause he got blood on it...

and joked with the cops as Mom and me

and Bee and Cammie drove to some motel.

Then we moved a thousand miles away

and I haven't heard from him since.

I did go to church again.

Wasn't even that long ago.

F***in' door was locked.

Swear to God,

you lock the door on me,

I lock the door on you.

Took me a while

to learn that.

Hey, Doc.

All right.

Now, this here

is the breakfast of champions.

What you the champion of?

Trifling?

Uh, yeah, that

and choppin' up cows.

Excuse me, Dolly,

but got any Chex?

Not yet, babe.

No snacks yet.

- You want some?

- No, thanks.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Phone!

Clyde, you're

the only one in here.

I guess I'm just a goddamn piece of sh*t!

Never know! Could be for me!

Yeah?

Well, what the f***...

Is he in trouble?

Yeah.

- With God.

- All right, I'm there.

Time for Chex Party Mix?

Mm-mmm.

I said I'm there,

goddamn it!

All right.

I said yeah.

So help me God.

What does it take?

Just get 'em in.

It's just three cows.

Just three cows!

Mother of God! Lord Jesus

f***in' Christ almighty!

Somebody shut the door!

White girl! Is you deaf?

See to the door!

Okay, Stymie. Geez!

"No time ago

or else a life,

"walking in the dark

I met Christ.

"Jesus.

"My heart flopped over and

lie still while he passed.

"As close

as I am to you,

"yes, closer,

made of nothing

except loneliness. "

Come on, light for me, baby.

Hey, Popeye!

How you doin' this fine day?

Sh*t!

Oh, fair to middlin'.

Let me light this one cancer

stick, and I will be golden.

How you doin', big girl?

I'm fine too.

Hey, Meatball.

Hey.

Fixin' to move.

Say what?

I was just sayin', 'cause you might

not be seeing me around much more...

and I didn't want you

to worry.

Wait, wait, wait.

You, your mama,

your sisters,

a pimp, the Poker House and the

hooker live up in the garage?

Where are y'all

fixin' to move to?

No! Just me.

I'm moving.

Oh.

How you gon' do that?

Well, I talked

to my school counselor,

and he talked to

Child Services,

and they say they gon' put me

in a foster house.

A foster house, huh?

Yeah, a big one over on the north side.

'Cause you know only them rich

folk can afford foster kids.

Mm-hmm.

My brother's kids got

took to a foster house.

Old man

f***ed every one of 'em.

Forget you, Meatball!

That's a fib.

Well, anyways,

I'm waitin' to hear from 'em.

These things

take time.

Damn, big girl.

You think you can get me one

of them new foster houses?

You're too old.

You have bad habits.

Goddamn it!

Uh-huh! See?

You're apin' and clownin', and you

done dropped your damn bottle.

F*** you, Popeye.

What I done told you about

cussin' at me, junior?

I will cut your ass

in half...

and hide the knife

in your big ass.

You gonna cut me in half?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, Popeye, what you got?

You got yourself a chain saw?

Didn't know it was gon'

be like this, did ya?

This is a killin' knife!

Killin' knife?

Yeah!

Who you killed lately?

Ain't killed nobody in years,

but I'm 'bout to start today.

Come on. Here's your target.

You see this move? I can do this move.

What you do now?

Come on and get a little piece of this.

You want some of me? Here's a target

for you, Popeye! Come on, buddy!

You don't want nothin'

about me, baby.

I'm a crazy motherf***er.

F*** every-f***in'-body.

Good morning.

La-La and them liked

to got my ass busted.

I told that b*tch not to f*** around,

but she wanna go start some sh*t.

This should do you

till the first.

I told her, don't go in

there messin' with Darryl.

She tellin' me she

can handle it.

Talkin' 'bout,

"I can handle it. "

I'm tellin' her,

"No, you can't handle it neither. "

Look at you.

You look like Chaka Khan.

Only you little,

and you ain't got

no ass.

- Your mama here?

- She's asleep.

- Duval come around this morning?

- Yep.

He say he was

looking for me?

Nope.

- Ooh!

- What?

Oh, man alive!

Needs titties, baby girl.

Look in there

for some boots I got ya.

I'm going to bed.

What happened to La-la?

She in department store jail.

And that's just what she get for messin'

with Darryl, gettin' in his face.

What?

La-La standin' in the middle of

the motherfuckin' parking lot.

Arms full of stolen sh*t.

Questionin' Darryl about who

the f*** he was with and when.

Get the f*** out!

Darryl blew his little whistle and

they came and got that b*tch.

I tried to talk to her, but

she wasn't havin' none of it.

Thinks she knows

so goddamn much.

Well, she handlin' it now.

F*** her.

And I ain't going to

bail the b*tch out neither.

Me go to jail on purpose.

That's just stupid on top of stupid.

If Duval comes

sniffin' around here,

you tell him I'll get with him

when I get with him.

And don't knock on my door.

I'm really, really tired.

He's late.

How you know

he's late?

You ain't got

no watch.

I know 'cause I know.

Yeah.

Here he comes.

You know, he own

this whole block.

Worst raggedy-ass block

I ever been on.

That's how come he's rich.

He saves up all his money.

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