On the phone…

You got it? Excellent… What? Don’t fuck with me, man. No, of course I don’t wanna do that. ‘Cause it’s fucking insane. Why don’t we– What? Really? Well… we could give it to Stan. What do you mean ‘Stan who’?! Stan, man… you remember him, right? No? Well, Stan’s the man, trust me. Yeah, I trust him. He’s gotten me out of some deep shit. No, of course not literally, but he’s some cool dude. We do it behind the Chinese place around the corner. Nah, its cool, man, nobody’s there… What? The girl? She’s not a problem. I got someone taking care of her right now. No, I ain’t gonna kill her, what’s wrong with you? I sent my boy to buy her a cup of coffee while we do our shit. Of course, he’s got something that kind of girls just can’t resist. Nah, not money, charm; he’s one sweet talker. The deal goes red at midnight, remember? You got to be there exactly at that time, don’t show up early and fuck it up. Yeah, right, you better not fuck me this time. When? Remember that time you were supposed to blow a fucking door? Yeah, you needed to press a fucking button and you didn’t ‘cause you were too busy getting a blowjob. Ah, yeah… now you remember, you fuck. Midnight sharp, you bring the squeezers and red tape. Just bring some fucking red tape. ‘Cause you don’t need to know, you just need to bring it. Fuck, man, just show up with red tape, what’s the big deal? Are you retarded or something? Then you’ll get a signal and they’ll tell ya what to do. I don’t know the signal. I don’t. It’s a giant penis. Yes, a giant penis. Fuck, man, yes, of course I’m fucking with ya. Someone will show up and tell ya this– Nah, no hooker is gonna show up, just some guy. Well, you want me to tell ya? Then shut the fuck up. He’s gonna tell ya “Give me the tape, retarded monkey.” I’m not kidding… He’s gonna call you “retarded monkey,” that’s the key word. Well, if you wanna do that, do it. Go ahead and blow that guy’s brains, do it, but they’ll probably chop your balls and force-feed them to ya if you do that. Yeah, to Frankie, you remember? Frankie, short guy, bald, black, he thought he could fuck Lamar’s daughter. Exactly, that guy… No, not that Frankie, the other one. No, man, fuck, that Frankie got killed by a ice-cream truck in valentines. Never mind, you be there, ok? You fucking be there, I got to go now. What? How the fuck should I know? Second date I think… What? I guess so. Yeah, I know he’s only fifteen. You don’t need to meet him. ‘Cause it’s not something you can teach. He’s got it, you ain’t. Shut the fuck up and get ready. Don’t you fucking do that…  I’m telling ya, man, don’t fucking do that. Dude? You there? Fuck. —-