Post by TFP on Nov 8, 2008 23:17:19 GMT -4
Bob Pocket: "Break me."
Kurt Jips: "Shit."
Bob Pocket: "Yo."
Scene opens to Kurt Jips, smiling happily. The sun is up the sky, smiling down on Kurt as he looks up at it, trying to see through its shades. It's too bad that he can't see shit because of the fucking eclipse that is being given off of those motherfuckers, and even though the heat in whatever city the sun is at right now is hot enough to melt plastic, it just so happens not to. Is the sun failing? Why is it doing a bad job? I don't know! So he's writing on a piece of paper, a letter ready to be delivered to nobody in particular. He's just writing a random letter with no name or address.
Kurt Jips: "Today was a good day;
- no barking from the dogs,
- no smog,
- and momma cooked breakfast with no hog,
- I got my grub on, but didn't pig out,
- finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out,
- hooked it up on later as I hit the do,
- thinking I will live, another twenty-fo..."
Pocket answers the phone, then hangs up momentarily.
Bob Pocket: "I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop top, and if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop."
Bob exits the room.
Kurt Jips: " - had to stop at a red light, looking in my mirror, not a jacker in sight,
- and everything is alright, got a beat from Kim and she can fuck all night,
- called up the homies and I'm asking y'all, which court are y'all playing basketball,
- get me on the court and I'm trouble, last week fucked around and got a triple double,
- freaking brothers everyway like MJ...
I can't believe, today was a good day."
He smiles, nodding his head, and falls asleep.
Kurt Jips: "Shit."
Bob Pocket: "Yo."
Scene opens to Kurt Jips, smiling happily. The sun is up the sky, smiling down on Kurt as he looks up at it, trying to see through its shades. It's too bad that he can't see shit because of the fucking eclipse that is being given off of those motherfuckers, and even though the heat in whatever city the sun is at right now is hot enough to melt plastic, it just so happens not to. Is the sun failing? Why is it doing a bad job? I don't know! So he's writing on a piece of paper, a letter ready to be delivered to nobody in particular. He's just writing a random letter with no name or address.
Kurt Jips: "Today was a good day;
- no barking from the dogs,
- no smog,
- and momma cooked breakfast with no hog,
- I got my grub on, but didn't pig out,
- finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out,
- hooked it up on later as I hit the do,
- thinking I will live, another twenty-fo..."
Pocket answers the phone, then hangs up momentarily.
Bob Pocket: "I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop top, and if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop."
Bob exits the room.
Kurt Jips: " - had to stop at a red light, looking in my mirror, not a jacker in sight,
- and everything is alright, got a beat from Kim and she can fuck all night,
- called up the homies and I'm asking y'all, which court are y'all playing basketball,
- get me on the court and I'm trouble, last week fucked around and got a triple double,
- freaking brothers everyway like MJ...
I can't believe, today was a good day."
He smiles, nodding his head, and falls asleep.