White Girl Page #3

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thing Saturday with the money.

You're joking, right?

I could give you a g now.

I'll give you a g right now.

Mira.

Don't f*** with me, blue.

I would never

do that, Lloyd.

You know me.

Now, here's the money now.

I mean, you can count it.

Thank you, man.

I appreciate it.

I really do.

Leah.

We got to go.

Come on.

Here, now, we got to go.

He was fine.

F***.

That nigga's a maniac, yo.

He took my cousin's

f***ing eye out.

No, he didn't.

Yes, he did.

With a f***ing fork.

That nigga will kill

me for real, yo.

Well, at least I got the yayo.

You think you got that sh*t?

Um, yes.

All right.

You think what you want.

But yo, if I flip it to

your little rich friends,

we big time.

You know what I'm saying?

Like Bonnie and

Clyde, platinum club.

0-4 type sh*t.

You laughing.

I'm serious.

You know what I'm saying?

Yo.

Yo, you like Italian food, girl?

Who doesn't

like Italian food?

That's what I thought.

Yo, I'm going to take you

out tonight, all right?

I mean, like-- you

know, dressed nice.

I don't want him inside.

All right.

- I'm going to take care of it.

- Make him leave.

All right, yo.

I'm going to take care of it.

Just chill.

I'll be back in a second,

all right, shorty?

Think about what you

want to eat, all right?

Be right back.

Yo, man, let me holler

at you for a second, son.

Get the f*** off me.

Keep away.

F***, yo.

F*** you.

Yeah, f*** you.

Yeah, f*** you.

Yeah.

Extensive

vocabulary, son.

Yeah.

Real good.

Your mother taught me this.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yo, you see this?

Let's see what

you got here, son.

Oh.

Oh.

If I have

to say one more time,

you can all get

back in that bus.

I'm not about to stand here

and scream at you all day.

Stand in line.

Now, please proceed

in an orderly fashion.

Stupid nigga kilo, man.

He was right.

He was right.

A 20-- 20 year

minimum for 10 ounces.

F***ing amateur, yo.

Yeah, but I have it.

What?

I-- I have it.

Are you f***ing serious?

I knew they-- I knew

they were f***ing with me.

You really got that sh*t?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah?

Yo, you serious?

You really got that sh*t?

Yeah.

I just picked it up.

But shorty, you got to get

this sh*t back to Lloyd,

like immediately.

You understand?

Ok.

Man, he's going to

buck the f*** out.

Just tell him I got locked over

some stupid sh*t, all right?

Tell him I ain't going

to say sh*t in here.

He needs to know that.

So you'll get out.

Uh, no.

Shorty, this is my third strike.

If I talked, I could walk,

but I ain't doing that sh*t.

How the f*** could I f***

up right when I met you?

I told you we're

going to figure it out.

Is that what you think, shorty?

I always figure it out.

You crazy.

Hey, sit back.

Nice.

F***ing coke is pouring

out of your bag.

Maybe we should

have put it in your p*ssy.

I'm sure there's

much more room in yours.

This is it.

So don't be a b*tch.

Just smile and don't

say anything, all right?

I hate this neighborhood.

This is going to

be quick, right?

What?

Sh*t.

F***, come on.

Come on.

Walk with me.

Come on.

Dude, what the f***?

You just said we were there.

- Walk.

Walk.

He's actually a really

good person, you know?

I mean, his grandmother

is sick and he

has to pay for her medicine and

he has to pay to support her.

And he was actually thinking of

stopping before this happened.

And it was an undercover cop

who set him up, you know,

with-- set him up with

an old friend, actually.

But he didn't actually

make the sale.

He just set it down.

So that's something.

But the thing that is

the most unfair, I think,

is just that, I mean, the lawyer

that the jail provided him with

hasn't even come

to visit him yet.

What's your relationship?

Our-- our relationship?

How do you know him?

Well, he's my lawyer--

i-- I mean, my neighbor--

so you just want

to help your neighbor?

Well, I can't just sit by and

watch him go to jail because he

can't afford a good lawyer.

I want to help.

Well, ok.

It does make a big difference to

the judge when someone's there

in court and actually

cares about the person

and is vouching

for him, especially

if that someone looks like you.

The quantity of heroine

and crack cocaine

that your friend was caught

with was small, but significant.

That, plus the two

prior arrests are

going to put your friend

in the unfortunate position

of doing some real time.

I would say he's-- i

don't know-- five years,

maybe more, depending

on the details

of the first two arrests.

But once I get the retainer,

I'll meet with your friend,

we'll talk.

We'll figure something

out, see what I can swing.

There's always hope.

Thank you.

And how much is the

retainer, exactly?

$2,500.

And then we'll see where

it goes from there.

Well, I can have but

to you first thing

tomorrow, if that's all right.

That'd be great.

Um, well, thank you.

I really appreciate

what you're doing.

It's what I do.

You go to college

here in the city?

Yeah, I'll start my

second year in a few weeks.

Good for you.

What are you studying?

Um, right now, uh,

writing and liberal arts.

What do you want to do, though?

Um, I don't know yet.

Uh, work in media, I guess.

Media.

Mm-hmm.

Thank you--

all righty.

Very, very much.

Yep.

Have a good one.

Yeah.

It's 10 ounces.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the f*** is that?

What-- what, are

you trafficking now?

No, actually blue is

in jail, so I'm selling

this to pay for his lawyer.

Are you joking?

He got set up by a

f***ing undercover cop.

Do you want it or not?

Do you want it or not?

Not.

Not.

Well, what-- what about

five ounces for $10,000?

F*** no.

What about four

ounces for $8,000?

No, I know how

much he gets it for.

What about two for $3,000?

All right.

Two for $3,000.

How do we do this?

Well, that doesn't

look very scientific.

Whatever.

It's just, like, a little

less than half of half.

All right.

Katie?

This is a gram bag, so we're

going to put 0.8 in it,

- you got it?

- Mmm.

Can you put

the joint down?

You're too f***ing

stoned, anyway.

You need to help me.

- I can do it.

I can do it.

I-- I can do it.

Oh, you know what, y'all?

I'm feeling-- yo, I'm feeling

really tucking tight right now.

Why?

How the f*** this nigga

got us working for him?

Yo, he would never

do this sh*t for us.

What the f***?

- Yeah, he would.

He doesn't

never do sh*t for us.

Yes, he would.

No, that's real talk, son.

This nigga would never do that

sh*t for me, though, for real.

Yeah, he would.

Nah, no the f*** he wouldn't.

Yes, he would.

Look, all I got to say,

shorty, is this nigga mad lucky

that he got you saving his ass.

All right, guys.

Smile for the camera.

Smile.

That's f***ing sexy, Katie.

Everybody say p*ssy.

Wooh!

What the f*** you doing

taking out this money, yo?

Relax, man.

My man, my man, my man.

Don't f***ing

touch me like that.

Get the f*** off me.

Yo, what's up?

What the f***?

What are you doing?

This is f***ing bullshit, man.

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