Where God Left His Shoes Page #5

He's out getting the keys

to our new apartment.

- Our last day at the shelter.

- Congratulations. Good news.

She's got a lot

of inflammation in her throat,

so I'm gonna put her on an antibiotic.

I'll just get the medicine and get you

something for your cough too.

Thank you.

Twelve-fifty an hour, man.

You know what that means?

You can finally get me

something to eat?

Oh, yeah, I'm gonna get you

something to eat on the way home.

But it means Yankee Stadium,

baby, you and me, opening day.

- Sound like a plan, huh?

- Yeah.

I'm gonna get those seats

on the second tier

over first base

where all the foul balls go.

- Can we get hot dogs?

- We're gonna get hot dogs.

Hot dogs, peanuts, cotton candy...

oh, no peanuts, man.

- I forgot, you're allergic.

- We have to have ice cream.

- Yeah, ice cream.

- Lot of ice cream.

Tons of ice cream,

tons of ice cream.

Cotton candy, zeppoles...

I'm gonna give you so much candy,

it's gonna rot your teeth.

But don't think about food

right now, man.

Because it'll make you hungry.

We got two hours left, all right?

Oh, we did it.

Can you believe that? We did it.

We did it, little man.

Come on, give me five.

Give me five.

Uptown. Midtown. Downtown.

- Oh, man, why'd you slap the brush for?

- Come on, that's not funny.

- You see me laughing? I'm not laughing.

- Okay. We'll go cross-town.

That ain't right, man. That ain't right.

You think that's right?

I got your hand, you got my threads.

That's a whole other different story.

- Frank, got a minute?

Yeah, yeah. What's up?

I was just about to

start painting the wall right now.

- Look, I need to talk to you.

- Yeah, yeah, sure. Sure.

Keep stirring it. Get to work, man.

Help us out, all right?

What's going on?

Ran your social

through the district computer.

Felony charges came under your profile.

Do you know anything about that?

Felony charge?

It said you spent two years in jail.

Yeah, well, I...

Something did go down.

It did go down. I mean,

I was a young kid, man, a stupid kid.

Twenty-one years old.

You know how that is, right?

I was hanging out with the wrong crew.

And I'm with them,

and they go into this bodega, but I

stayed outside and they took some sh*t.

- I didn't even know they were gonna do it.

- They held up the place?

I don't know. I don't know. Like I said,

I stayed outside, so I have no clue.

But it was a big mess. It was a big mess,

and I was guilty by association.

And even the store clerk

said that I wasn't a part of it.

I couldn't afford a good lawyer.

You know how that goes.

- Frank, this is a problem.

- Mr. Morris, I'm not that guy.

Okay? I'm not that guy.

That was a long time ago.

It was a mistake, you know?

I got a wife and two kids, man.

That was the wrong time, wrong place,

wrong friends, you know what I'm saying?

- Frank.

- It happens to everybody, you know?

- I mean...

- Frank.

Look, I need these classrooms painted

as much as you need this job,

but the board of education has a policy:

No felons near the kids.

Now, I'm sorry,

but there is no way around that.

Right.

Justin, come here.

Hey, buddy, can I talk to you a second?

I'm looking for a guy.

Frank Diaz, a Latino guy.

He's a boxer.

He's about maybe your size.

I used to pick him up here for work.

I picked him up with you.

- Sorry, I don't know him, man.

- Whoa. It's a good thing, a good thing.

I'm trying to do the guy a favor.

I'm looking all over the place.

- Sorry, guy, I can't help you.

- Can you help me out?

Aw.

- Oh, man.

Come on, stay over here

till it clears up a little bit.

You never told me you went to jail.

Yeah, you never told me you

sucked face with Peg Leg Patty.

The things you find out

along the way, huh?

What you doing

listening to my business?

- I couldn't, I could just hear you.

- Yeah, sure.

Does Mom know?

Yeah, your mom knows.

- Did you shoot anybody?

- No, I didn't shoot anybody.

That's why your mom

wants you to take up a sport,

so you'll stop hanging on the street

or end up in trouble.

Matter of fact, you're signing up

for basketball next week.

- My ankle could be broken.

- It's gonna be better by then.

Now, come on, we haven't got much time.

Let's go.

- It's pouring.

- Put your hood up.

Find me a job.

You're not gonna find anything today.

It's Christmas Eve.

You want a warm apartment? You want

something to eat? Find me something.

- You buy the paper or you put it down.

- Relax, it's just a quarter.

I'm running a business here.

You look, you buy.

- Oh, is that so?

- Yes, that's so.

- Oh, I found something.

- What you find?

Look, "Stockroom employees

needed for holiday. "

Where at?

- Right here.

Oh, it's Houston Street.

Here, I'm putting it down. You happy?

There you go. You happy?

Let's go, come on.

Wait, you can't go like that.

- Why not?

Because you're wet,

you have paint on you...

Yeah, so what am I supposed to do?

- Get new clothes, that's what.

- Oh, right.

You wanna go to Armani's

on a shopping spree? Barneys?

- You don't have to spend money.

- No?

Because people are giving away

clothes for free nowadays.

- Just do what Mom does.

- What does she do?

Tell you when we get there.

- Are you sure your mother does this?

- Yeah.

And she gets on me for cursing.

Hey, help me pick out

a shirt for these pants.

- How about this one?

- What, you mean like a pimp?

Come on, man.

This is more like it. This is good.

All right, just stay here.

I'll be right back, all right?

Get your hands off!

Hey. Hey, relax.

Get off!

- Hey, what's going on?

- This your kid?

Yes, he's my stepson. Why?

- Just caught him shoplifting.

What are you talking about?

Hey, you, empty your pockets.

Empty your pockets,

or we're gonna do it for you.

Hey, kemosabe, just relax, all right?

This is a kid, man, please.

Empty your pockets, man.

What the hell are you doing, man?

What the hell are you doing?

I'm sorry.

I don't know what the hell got into him.

We have to take him in the back.

Gotta write this up.

Come on.

We all make stupid mistakes, right?

Come on, look, you got it back, right?

No harm, no foul. It's all good, right?

We gotta take him

in the back and write him up.

Look at him, he's a 9-year-old kid, man.

We all make mistakes, right?

It's Christmas.

- Want me to pay for it?

Sir, it is store policy.

I know it's store policy, man,

but it's not your store.

I'll pay. I'll give you the money.

Sir, what do you have on

underneath that sweater?

Oh, man, you know...

You know what happened?

We're gonna need some more assistance

down here in the men's section.

I was in the dressing room when I heard

the screaming. I didn't get a chance...

Go, go, go.

Meet you at the newsstand. Go, go, go.

- Whoa. Where's he going?

- Come on.

Let's just try to work this out, all right?

The two of us, all right? Because what?

Look, I'll give you the clothes,

I'll pay you back, whatever.

- We can work this out.

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