White Girl
All right.
Stay right here.
I'll tell you when.
Slower.
Back it up.
Keep going.
A little bit more,
like three feet.
Keep going.
Keep going.
You niggas crazy.
You got it?
Yeah, yeah.
What the
f*** is in this box?
Um, I think it's
like kitchen stuff.
Like plates and pots and sh*t.
You good?
Mm-hmm.
You got it?
How many flight do we need?
Oh, my god.
Oh, my god.
Don't break the banister, dude.
I know, I know.
It kind of sucks that
we're on the m line, honestly.
You know how long it's going to
f***ing take me to get to work?
It's going to take me an hour.
I'm just glad we
have our own rooms.
Yeah, but I'm going to
miss snuggling with you.
Yeah?
I promise.
Good.
Have you ever
been jumped though?
You did?
Are you serious?
Yeah.
By whom?
I was on my way to a show.
Yeah?
Yep.
And?
This kid f***ing asked
me for a cigarette
and then he jumped
me for my skateboard.
What a dick.
No, I'm serious.
And it wasn't even my board.
Don't bring the
skateboar to a show.
Did you not have a cigarette
for him or something?
No, I had a cigarette and
i gave him a cigarette.
And then he followed me
and then he took my board.
I don't know.
I'd rather live in
dorms than, like,
live in a weird area like this.
Why?
It's a little
sketchy, I don't know.
I mean, it's kind
of creepy, but like--
I mean, seriously, when
i got off the train on my way
here--
yeah, I think we're
kind of out of weed, man.
We're out.
They have weed.
Who?
What?
They have weed.
So?
So, I'm going to go get some.
No.
Yes.
No, Leah, really don't.
Um, yo.
Yo.
I was wondering
if you guys knew
where I could get some weed?
Or something.
What, you think we're some
drug dealers or something, ma?
Uh, no.
I just thought you guys
might be able to hook me up.
Nah, for real shorty.
You can't be coming around her
asking strangers like that.
All right?
Are you serious?
Do I look serious?
Hey shorty.
Don't do drugs, all right?
Yo, she's tight, too, yo.
You straight
stupid, my nigga.
I can't stand you.
No, you wrong for that, son.
Hey.
Leah, right?
You busy?
No.
Why not?
Do you work here?
Yeah, yeah.
I mean, i-- I just--
what are you-- what
are we paying you for, then?
Well, you're not paying me.
What?
Guys, can I have your
attention, please?
This young lady loves
this magazine so much
that she will work for free.
I'm just kidding.
Hey, will you help me
with something real quick?
Yeah.
Yeah.
It's all right.
You won't get in
trouble, I promise.
- Ok.
- Watch the pole.
It's a killer.
Let me know what you think.
Um, what I think?
Yeah.
Well, I mean--
very interesting.
That is a very
interested answer.
I agree.
Oh, I'm sorry.
How rude of me.
Where are my manners?
Would you like some?
Do another if you want.
Great.
Well, there you go.
Uh, yeah.
Messenger came.
Oh, great.
What's this?
Uh, that is Rambo.
You know Rambo--
graffiti artist?
He's painting now.
I bought, like, 10 of these,
That reminds me.
Can we do a little
piece on Rambo?
Good idea.
Do you know Leah?
Hey, Leah.
Hi.
Yeah, she was gracing me
with her art history knowledge.
Were you saying something
about being more
visceral than the street thing?
We have a sponsor call in 15.
Uh, sh*t.
Can we move that
to 3:
00, please?That would be very helpful.
Thank you, Leah.
Bye.
Can I get three?
Thank you.
Thanks.
Hello.
Hi.
What's your name?
Leah.
I'm blue.
That's your real name?
Maybe.
Well, why do they
call you that?
Because I'm always sad.
Before I met you.
Hey.
Hey.
Hi.
Hey, what's going on?
Can we talk for a second?
Sure.
Sorry.
One second.
What is he doing here?
I have to ask to
invite someone over?
Leah, it's not anybody.
It's the f***ing dude
who sits on the corner
because he's probably
a f***ing drug dealer.
Of course
he's a drug dealer.
And he's nice.
Trust me.
My bag's out there
with my camera.
They look nice.
They are nice.
They put up with me.
So where are you from?
Oklahoma city.
The mountains and sh*t?
No.
It's flat.
You can see forever
and it's a city.
So why'd you leave?
What do you mean,
why did I leave?
Is that your friends?
Yo, what's good, ma?
Come on, you going to front
on us like that, for real?
Y'all having a party
He just mad I got
in the castle first.
F*** that sh*t.
We got to man.
Because you stupid.
You acting mad dumb
right about now.
What's good, beautiful?
How you doing?
Oh, my god.
Um--
what the
f*** are you doing?
It's good, my nigga.
Chilling, chilling.
Yo, ladies.
Y'all have a nice place.
Thank you for having us.
- Of course.
Real nice place.
Real talk, yeah, yeah.
Oh, snap.
I'm kilo.
Nice to meet you.
Katie.
Nice to properly
meet you, Katie.
Sh*t, I haven't seen a
You guys got 'shrooms?
Nah.
No, we ain't got
that hippie sh*t.
We got that killer weed, man.
We got that sh*t that
will have you going--
we got that yayo.
- Word up.
We got that yayo.
Yeah, I know you like
that sh*t, right?
We got that white girl.
You won't need to be f***ing
with that sh*t, anyway.
You heard?
Yeah, but I really like--
drugs.
She clearly really loves drugs.
You guys must like drugs, too.
No, we just spoke weed
every day, all day.
But you sell everything else.
Yeah, but that don't
mean we like that sh*t.
How much you want, ma?
You sell grams or what?
I got twenties, ma.
We got, yo, anything
you need, ma.
We got that yayo.
So what are you waiting for?
Hook me up.
Really?
What the f***
you laughing at?
What the f***?
Boy, I'm going to get f***ed up.
God, this nigga's
always crying, yo.
F***, I don't get it, though.
Holy sh*t.
What?
You never seen a
real woman before?
Yo.
Yo.
Yo, son.
What the f*** is that, yo?
You like it?
No.
I don't f*** with people
that do that sh*t, all right?
All right.
It's been our
spot forever, yo.
My roof is your spot?
You just can't f***
around right over there
because neighbor's be tripping.
That one b*tch-- and i
don't say b*tch a lot,
but that one b*tch,
specifically,
comes out here bugging out.
Well, it's my roof now.
What's the matter?
You ain't never
learned how to share?
No.
What kind of girl
do you think I am?
All right.
Come back.
Hi.
What's going on?
Nothing.
Can you pull up the
guest list for me?
Sure.
All right.
Can we take Jason
McDonald off there?
He's out of town.
And then, give Sophie
goodnight a plus 1 and then
cream should be in press.
So move him over.
Move him over.
You know how to do that?
Yep.
Ok.
And you just deleted him.
All right.
Well, it's all right.
Just fix it and then at 5:00,
lock it up and print it out.
And I'll see you there.
I don't think I'm
going to make it.
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