Hey! Hey, what's up? What's going on? Nothing much.
Just got done with classes. Oh, sorry about last night. I didn't know where you were. Sorry.
It's okay. I had to test the study for it anyway.
Cool.
But can you do me a favor?
Sure, what's up?
You know my little brother, right?
Jimmy? Cool kid.
Yeah. Well, I can't make it in time to pick him up from soccer practice.
So, do you think you could go to Jefferson Park and do it for me?
What time?
Practice ends at, like, four.
Alright, I'll come to him by.
Thanks, Ken. You're amazing.
Hey, I was made like that.
Just meet me on the yard at 4.30, okay?
Don't worry. I don't do anything stupid.
Yeah, you better not.
Alright.
See you later.
Hey.
Kendall, where is my little brother?
Yeah, well, I went to Jefferson Park and I picked up a little brother and we actually ran to some of the guys from high school.
And?
Well, you know some of the guys from back in the day, you know, there's Lenny and there's Mike.
Oh, there was Crazy Nate.
And, oh, there was even Bob.
There was this one time I hang out with this crazy Hungarian.
Get to the point.
Oh, well, well.
Yeah, yeah, he's dead.
What?
Yeah, yeah, he's dead.
What happened?
Well, Crazy Nate came and he brought the pop rocks and the liquor in.
And, well, long story short, then, yeah, yeah.
We scooped up what's left of inside this jar.
Oh, my God.
Yeah.
Well, some of the green in your faces will be straightened up to favor.
It was really a sight to behold.
Oh, my God.
Hey, how you doing?
That's the last little hippity who you got going on there.
Who are you?
Me.
And?
Skank!
Get that hippity who out of my face.
Everybody loves a skank.
Oh, I do love vapor powder.
What the hell are you doing here?
And why, why are you dressed like that?
Well, first things first, one legs for cooling and the other legs for juicing.
And number two reason, you are my sleepy bitch.
Thanks for the vapor powder, though.
Oh, my God.
I think I'm gonna be okay.
Oh, my God.
It smells like chillin'.
What are you doing here?
Why are you always looking at me?
Where did you go?
Who the hell are you talking to?
Who the hell am I talking to?
What?
You don't see that?
Look!
Look at that direction.
You know my life has been the patriot act of people watching me while I sleep and putting songs in my head.
And every five seconds I'm listening to the DJs go,
Fickin', fickin', fickin', fickin', fickin'.
Okay, you can get the hell on me.
You can kiss my black greasy ass.
I just wanna, I just...
I just wanna...
Everybody hoos and flip flops.
I came home from college just the other day.
Saw my pops in the usual way.
I got a lot to do.
I got a lot to say.
Shrugged me on high and gone on with the day.
And I'll never ever say goodbye.
Because the cats in the cradle have a silver spoon.
A little boy grew in the man of the womb.
When you're coming home that I don't know when.
We'll get together then, son.
You know we'll have a good time then.
Fickin'...
Everybody loves to skank.
Oh, I do love baby powder.
