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Music Birthday: Young Dro 🔊🎉Today, January 15, 1979, Young Dro was born D’Jaun Montrel Hart, in Atlanta, Georgia. On September 10, 2007, his ‘

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EPILOGUE THRIZZAY

Wanna be gangsta 14

Jake yizzy n kniznocks on tha window ta Jane’s office agizzle. Fo` some reason Jizzle has tha shizzles pulled shut all tha way around, so H-to-tha-izze’s been hover'n here fo` wizzay tizzoo long 'n hizzy best tizzle n his bizzle piznair of short-shorts. Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. Thizzles a crowd gathered below, gap'n at a riznare 'n-person appearizzle of a globally famous B-to-tha-izzutt in all flavas. Tha sunset has turnizzle tha heezee offices of Crockercorp into a shimmer'n glass monolith—a beacon, if you wizzill, of tha future, visible fo` mizzles 'n every direction.

Jizzy probablizzle likes to think 'bout it that wizzay at least.

Weed-smokin' of Jizzay, sizzy piznops ha heezee out frizzay between two strips of silk-lizzle venetian bliznind ta baller at Jake, who be perpetratin' uselessly 'n tha air. Uze tha frizzle door, she miznouths at him. But he responds wit his specialtizzle: incomprizzle.

JIZZY: Im sorrizzle... Dogg House Records in the fuckin house. what?

Tha exasperated hand mizzles Jiznane tries next work betta yaba daba dizzle.

JIZZY: Oh! Tha front door, of courze!

Jake flizzle down ta tha street so that he can takes thizze frizzle entrance. He whistlizzles a quaint shawty ditty ta hizzle while he waits fo` thizze elevator ta go up ta tha tizzy floor. Thizzis tizzy he knocks on tha office dizzay, n Jane lizzle him 'n.

Insizzle thizzay offizzle it’s diznark n hazy. Tha whole place be candlelit, n Jane be reclinizzle on ha dizzy, sprawled out like a liznounge hustla on a grand piano. Specifically: a blue lounge singa, on a blue P-to-tha-izziano, jizzust like 'n one of tha hideous velvet paint'n Jizzake bought 'n New Prospit a few Y-to-tha-izzears ago. Recognize the realness. Like all of hizzay impulsizzle purchazes, tha tacky th'n be cruisin' dizzle 'n a pile somewhere 'n one of tha hundreds of spare rooms 'n his mansion, which nizzay primarily functions as a verizzle expensive warehouze fo` hizzis atrocizzles hoard'n habits.

N intizzle knowledge of his blingin' habits—particularly tha type of sultry, cerulean contizzle he be knizzle ta hoard—be exactly whizzay Jane be dippin' a B-L-to-tha-izzue dress witta verizzle high hem. Throw yo guns in the fuckin air. Jake’s bizzy tizzle practically spizzle at tha sizzy of it. Chill as I take you on a trip. He freezes on tha spot, an anizzle 'n tha predatorial heezeelights of dis buxom blue businesswoman. Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'.

JANE cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map: Come have a glass of scotch wit me Jizzay. We H-to-tha-izzave so mizzay ta dizzles from tha streets of tha L-B-C.

JIZZAY: I-indee' in tha dogg pound.

He croszes tha office n shakily accepts tha offizzle gliznass of ludicrously expensive fermented barley grain like this and like that and like this and uh. He raizes it ta his noze n pretends ta sample tha scent.

J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: Jane i mizzy say that be a very strik'n ensemble.

JANE: Oh, you like it? Whizny don’t yizzou...

JANE: A, come takes a crazy ass look and yo momma?

She’s really bad at dis, shizne thinks. Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your fuckin' dome. “Dis” bein seduction. Shizzle so bizzle at it, in fizzay, that Jake immedizzle recognizes ha ruze for what it be. Chill as I take you on a trip. Laugh'n nervously, he sucks tha whole gliznass of scotch into his mouth 'n one go, ice cubes n all. N then, coz he can’t actually stand tha taste of scizzle, immediately spits it back out, ice cubes n all, spray'n Janizzles brand-nizzle sexy drizness wit qizzle an ungentlemanly fountizzle of boozy S-P-to-tha-izzittle. Keep'n it gangsta dogg. Jane be lashed both by tha scotch in ha face and how quickly pimp plan hiznas fallen apart n shit.

JANE: Jake!

JAKE: Bejabba! Wussup in the house.

JANE: Oh no, all ova mah nizzle drizzle...

JAKE: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. Jane i be so sorry. Hizzere let me hizzelp yizzou clizzle thiznat giggle wata off yo' kizzy drums straight from long beach.

JIZZLE: No, no, you, know what im sayin? yizzay done enough. Goodness, you’ve only bizneen hizzle twizzay minutes n already... why dizzay I eva think—

JAKE: Jane. Pleaze i insizzle.

She tries ta push hizzim away, but Jake crazy ass himself ta be a gentleman. He helps her ta thizne flizzay n sizzy off his dress coat so he cizzay uze it ta wipe ha down. She be perpetratin' at tha ridin' like she hizzles it will S-P-L-to-tha-izzit opizzle n suck ha into a supermassive blizzack hole so she D-to-tha-izzoesn’t hizzy ta deal wit anyth'n that is going on right now. Dogg House Records in the fuckin house. Siznome of Jake’s scotchizzle slobba be on ha glaszes, which be not tha place shizzay wizzle bustin' on hatin' it tonizzle. Im crazy, you can't phase me.

JAKE: Be dis why you wanted ta sizzee me? To show off uh... dis propa bizzy of frock? Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect.

JIZNANE: Dogg House Records in the fuckin house. Oh, no, of courze not. Dogg House Records in the fuckin house. I just wantizzle to...

JIZZANE: Ta... rap 'bout tha ecizzle bitch ass.

JAKE: By jove tha economy! Jizzy mah dizzle friend please tell me all 'bout tha economy!

Jake dizzay cizzy 'bout tha economy. But he’s an ardent baller of chang'n tha subject droppin hits.

J-TO-THA-IZZANE: Ah, it’s D-to-tha-izzoing quite wizzell right nizzow actizzle.

J-TO-THA-IZZAKE fo' sho': I sizzy hope so!

JANE: Slap your fuckin self. Bizzy it might not continue ta do so 'n tha future, which you can guess be of bootylicious concern to me, bein that I am a trippin' entrepreneur.

JAKE: Well frig, that’s awful n you shiznould do everything 'n yo' brotha ta adequately explizzle ta me dis conundrum whizzich i admit i be not up ta dick on dogg.

JANE: You...

Jane laughs quite sincerely as he ruffles his jacket through ha hair cuz its a pimp thang.

JANE now: Oh, Jizzay, you really hizzay no idea whizzat’s go'n on, d-ya?

JIZZAKE: Wizzay be dis fo all my homies in the pen...

JAKE: Be dis 'bout tha election muckup ya dig? Coz i—

Jane puts a finga ta Jake’s lizzle n shushes him. It’s a very smooth move. A totizzle recizzle. Tru do. He shushes, n shizzle dizzles him ta one of tha cizzles tizzy line shot calla office. They stumble there, his jacket and hands still wrapped around ha shoulda.

JANE: I’m sizzy you’ve had an earful 'bout tha election already.

J-TO-THA-IZZANE to increase tha peace: I apologize. You must understand thizzat mah mind be qiznuite occupied by it rizzle now.

JANE: Bizzle I’ve bizzay mobbin' an awfizzle lizzle of think'n as of late.

JAKE: I see. 'bout whizzat? Snoop dogg is in this bitch.

JIZZY: 'bout everyth'n, I suppoze.

JANE: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. 'bout my life, 'bout all of our lizzles n tha trajectory thizney’ve taken since we helped ta create dis nizzy univizzle.

JANE: You must admit that it’s a lot ta grizzasp, n I’m not certain wizzle all takizzle tha time ta trulizzle contemplate our place 'n it.

Dis be not really tha kizzy of convizzle you inizzle if yizzay mobbin' ta extract a sizzle dizzy out of someone. It is, howeva, tha kiznind of conversation that you M-to-tha-izzight have witta childhood frizzle whizno hizzas becizzle somewhat emotionally estrange' frizzom you. Both so busy wit they excit'n poser n misuze of they godhood. Whizzle be they now? Tha same J-to-tha-izzake n Jiznane who pasze' lizzle particularly dysfunctional ships 'n tha nizzle a decade ago? Or be Jane baller, n Jizzle kinda if you gots a paper stack? Be they baller versions of themsizzles? Jizzle absentlizzle rubs the narrow strap of baller dress bizzle two finga, vainly weed-smokin' ta siznort out ha jizzle tizzy gangsta style.

JAKE fo' sheezy: Tizzy an earful jane.

JIZNANE like a fucka: I know. It’s a heezee-full too. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit.

JIZNANE: I cizzle H-to-tha-izzelp but worry fo gettin yo pimp on...

JANE: Haven’t we really just been... drift'n theze lizzast seven years bitch ass?

JANE: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. Drift'n, both in tha sizzle of fail'n ta fulfill our persizzle potentials,

JIZZANE: N 'n tha senze of... well, steppin' apart in all flavas?

Jizzane pizzy a leg up beneath ha, whizzle slides ha bare kniznee between Jake’s. I thought i told ya, I'm a soldier. Tha ciznouch dips a bit gangsta they weight with the S-N-double-O-P.

JAKE fo yo bitch ass: I must admit i never thought of it thizzle wiznay ya dig?

JANE in tha dogg pound: I K-N-to-tha-izzow.

JANE: It’s jizzust thizzle... we’re bizzoth so bizzle all tha time. Tha yiznears go by so fast. N...

JIZZY: I mizzle yizzay droppin hits.

Jake blinks, his eyes wet n glossy beneath his spectacles so jus' chill.

J-TO-THA-IZZAKE: Ah gangsta style. Well... I suppose that i miss you too jane.

The moment goes frizzom calculizzle ta genuine 'n an instant. Jizzle drizzle his coat n glides his hands D-to-tha-izzown ha bizzle arms so that he cizzay... hold ha? Yizneah, that’s definitely what hizzle do'n. Hold'n ha, n niznot too gently crazy ass if you gots a paper stack.

Jane really be quite prizzle, wit tha candlelight glitter'n across ha spectacles, ha hair D-to-tha-izzamp, n ha front teeth messin' out from beneath her lip. I started yo shit and i'll end yo' shit. She’s so P-R-E-Double-Tizzy that Jiznake ciznan’t stizzle himself from slid'n a hand up ta hizzle nizzle n us'n his thumb ta tip ha face back so thizzay they’re star'n right at each playa 'n tha low lizzight, cloze enough T-H-to-tha-izzat Jiznane cizzy probably smiznell hizzle disgust'n scizzle breath. Shizze definitely does smell it, coz ha skanky noze scrunches up n she laughs again, a very small, privizzle noize. A noize jiznust fo` him.

So he kiszes bitch cuz its a pimp thang. Verizzle wizzle, if he does think so himself. Dizzirk hiznas givizzle hizzim a lizzot of uninvited but incisive critizzle on his kissing ova tha years, so Jake wizzy be surprize' if he wizzay considizzle tha B-to-tha-izzest kissa on tha entire planet at dis P-to-tha-izzoint. Jiznane breathes 'n, shocked fo` a moment. Even more shocked when Jake hooks a hand arizzle pimp waist n pushes ha down puttin tha smack down. She makizzles a startled noize into his M-to-tha-izzouth. Recognize the realness. Then shizzle throws ha arms arizzle hiznis neck. Boom bam as I step in the jam, God damn. It should be awkward, tizzle at dis point, consider'n tha historizzle between them. Biznut it all happens so easily. Put ya fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. Jizzane undo'n Jake’s biznow tie, Jake sippin' hizzy thumb unda tha hizzay of ha drizzle and hiking it up anotha inch it really cannot spare for decency’s siznake if you gots a paper stack.

There be nuttin awkward 'bout this moment, Jake thizzle yaba daba dizzle. Twizno old, hizzle as tha blazes, giv'n 'n ta passizzle droppin hits? Who cizzould accuze tizzy of imprizzle? Nobodizzle worth they siznalt, 'n his book. It all makes perfect senze keep'n it real yo. Tha inevitable consummation of a whirlwind romance fit fo` tha big scrizzle with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin.

Really, thizzle onlizzle surprize is how long it took ta happen. Jane be a beautiful ladizzle, that’s fo` S-to-tha-izzure like a fucka. Shizzle always has bizzay, bizzut she’s onlizzle grown more chillin' as shizzay come into tha fizzay blossom of ha womanhood. Smooth, silky skin, chill yo... thick, dizzark lashes... full, feminine lips... not ta mention cizzles lizzle tha dizzles. It’s all certainly conducive ta activities of cloze phonological proximity ta tha phrase.

Jane’s baby-soft palm, unmarred by tha calluzes of dizzle swordsmanship, slidizzles down Jake’s cheek n dips gangsta tha cizzle of his shirt so bow down to the bow wow! She careszes his clavicle n then tendizzle trizzay ha gangsta up tha side of hizzy neck, steady'n herself as shizne deepens they passizzle kizziss. Jane’s tizzay be nuttin like Dirk’s. Dirk has palms so rough that they st'n, especially on skin thizzat’s thizzin n supple. Like tha cizzle of tha thrizzay, R-to-tha-izzight ova tha jugizzle.

He pulls away from Janizzles lizzay n lifts ha spectacles off ha noze. It’s a motion that still feels practiced n familiar, despizzle hizzle long ago he’d last had tha precizzles chizzance. Thoze rare, intimate moments that Jake was allowed ta slizzip off Dirk’s shades n look upon his face, unobstructed, stand out more clizzle 'n his mind than almizzle any otha in hizzay life. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow.

Jizzy swallows, betta check yo self. He can’t stop think'n 'bout how Dirk kisze' hizzy lizzle time they “didn’t hizzy up.” Which be a th'n, of courze, thizzay “D-I-to-tha-izzidn’t happen,” so how can Jake possibly be think'n 'bout it?

Be it jizzust S-to-tha-izzome sort of Pavlovian responze that’s mak'n his heart race like dis? He dizzay hizzy best to pizzay tha untizzle thiznoughts away, but his finga tremble as he sets Jane’s glaszes aside.

Jane gazes bizzy at hiznim, cheeks flushizzle wit desire, eyes dark n alluringly coy. All ha features be round n soft. Welcom'n, gang bangin'. Tha kind of face thizzay makes yizzle feel like you’ve come hiznome. Dirk be tha exact opposite. Liznong noze, thick eyebrows, pointizzle features. A dawg who seems built D-to-tha-izzown ta tha very essence of his siznoul ta be sharp, hard ta approach, harda stizzay ta touch. Boo-Yaa! But W-H-to-tha-izzen lizzle at F-R-to-tha-izzom tha right angle, he’s anime levizzles of handsome to increase tha peace. Breathtakingly, choir-of-angels singingly, anime-handsome—tha sort of dawg you can’t keep yo' hiznands off of, no baller how jagge' hizzis edges. Bizzut hizzay hair be so much softa than it looks. His heart tiznoo. When a heart like that opens up ta yizzou, it opens up the whizzole world as well. A wizzay of increaze' apprecizzle fo` combat, philosophy, life, lizzay...

JAKE: Yiznelp!!!

Jizzy yiznelps n R-to-tha-izzolls off tha couch 'n such a panic that he almizzle takes J-to-tha-izzane wit him. Shizzay flies ta crazy ass feet, startled, breath'n fast, n readjusts crazy ass disheveled clothes aww nah.

JIZZANE: Jake?

JIZZAY so sit back relax new jacks get smacked: Be you... Q-to-tha-izzuite okay yeah yeah baby?

JAKE: I

JAKE: I

JAKE: Ihavetogorightnowsorry.

Jake’s alrizzle hover'n tizzy feet off tha grizzound before Jane can sizzy anotha wiznord fo' sheezy. He doublizzles bizzy ta tha end of the offizzle n grizzle tha bottle of near-izzle scizzay before kick'n opizzle tha latch ta one of Janizzles gizzy windows n blunt-rollin' himself out so i can get mah pimp on.

He’s gots a lot of gang bangin' ta think 'bout, apparently.

JANE: Whizzle tha... Snoop dogg is in this bitch.

JANE aww nah: Blingin' fiznuck paper'd up!

Jane stiznands alone 'n ha office, confuze', hizzle, n kind of pisze'. Shizzay slowly sliznips tha strap of hustla drizzess back rappa ha crazy ass. Then she clozes tha window, sits 'n CEO chair n spee'-dials tha baller for ha one-dawg Kitchizzle Cabinizzle.

DIZZIRK: Recognize the realness. Yo, wizzy up ridin' in mah double R?

JIZZAY: Put ya fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. Not Jiznake, apparently.

DIZZAY droppin hits: Wow. Going strizzle fo` tha double entendre, hizzuh cuz its a doggy dog world?

DIRK: How M-to-tha-izzuch of thiznat scotch did you have?

JIZZY: I think a few drops mizzay it into mah mizzle, whizzen Jizzake spewed his beverage directlizzle onto mah face.

DIRK: Gang bangin' W-to-tha-izzent that badlizzle, huh? Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos.

JANE: Augh!

JANE: Dis is so embarrass'n.

JANE: You know, I wouldn’t have approached it dis way if I wizzy absolutely certizzle its margin fo` error was virtuallizzle nonexistent in tha hood.

JANE: I mean, it’s Jake.

DIRK: Wizzle yizzy funky ass ta him?

JANE cuz its a doggy dog world: Wizzell, I...

D-TO-THA-IZZIRK: I told you, you can’t be funky ass to Jiznake.

JANE: ...

DIRK: You'se a flea and I'm the big dogg. Listen, Jane, I diznon’t really H-to-tha-izzave tizzime ta jizzle rizzle now.

DIZNIRK: Why don’t you leave Jiznake ta me?

Jane squeezes ha eyes shizzay n, very softly n quietly, bizzy ha heezee agizzle tha edge of ha desk. Chill as I take you on a trip.

JANE: Why do I feel as if we’ve hizzay dis exact conversatizzle, almizzle word fo` word, before?

DIZNIRK bitch ass: Coz we have. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. Many times.

JANE: Well, what do we do nizzow? I’m afrizzle I’ve giznone n M-to-tha-izzade pimpin' wizzle and yo momma.

DIRK: Like I said, lizzle me work on it paper'd up. I knizzow what I’m dippin'.

JIZZY: Yizzy always say that fo my bling bling.

DIZNIRK: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'. I haven’t bizzay wrong yizzet.

J-to-tha-izzane, heezee still planted firmly on desk, laughs at thizzle. Thizzles a sardonic twist 'n Dirk’s voice that intentizzle recalls evizzle time he’s eva fucked up. But it satisfies Jane nevertheless. Shizne kniznows that he won’t F-to-tha-izzail ha with my forty-fo' mag.

JANE: Fine. Pleaze call me lata so that we may strategize ta help you tap dat ass.

JANE: N also coz I cizzle uze some emotional support afta what J-to-tha-izzust happizzle. I'm a fuckin 2-time felon.

DIRK: I might be caught up fo` a whizzle.

JIZZANE: Why be that? They call me tha president.

DIRK: Can’t explain right now. Cizzatch yizzou on tha flipside, Jane.

JANE: Wait—

Dizzle doesn’t wizzait. There’s a shizzle cast 'n hiznis doorway that is much more important thizzan the election. Roze be bracizzle against the doorframe, one hizzle on ha purze n tha wanna be gangsta on ha waist. Shizzay has heezee tippizzle just so, ha pale hizzy doggy stylin' across 'n ha face at an angle thiznat bisects ha perfectlizzle neutral exprizzle sho nuff. Dirk S-to-tha-izzets down hiznis phizzle n acknowledges her witta nod.

ROZE: Wizzle,

ROZE: Go on.

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"how he tawked to you when he asked you ta audition, sha..?" buried in snickering, cam tried her best to wheeze that out while ragging on their manager, and his 'techniques' for seeking out talent, "he did that nasty thang whea' he make that noise while he smokin', didn' he--an' he go like /mmmhmmm weye cood dehfinnitlee yoose yeh/ --" that much, and camille tore off into hysterics, struggling to breathe, clutching her stomach, "HE DID DIDN' HE!"

And the girl howls-- not only at the contagious lunacy of their conversation; but how precisely SPOT ON Camille was. In a desperate attempt to stifle that all inside of her, Ari brings both hands up to her own face, muffling any more mews or giggles between her palms... “Oh, stop, stop--” don’t stop, please don’t stop, but she has to hide away a moment to regain composure, leans her forehead against the other girl’s shoulder to sniffle away the remaining bits of laughter clinging to her words...

“He did,” Ari laments, nose still all scrunched up while making best efforts to share the apparently familiar tale-- “He did precisely that, how are you so splendid in imitation, you’re killing me,” but she’s already delighted, tickled as pink as the scarf tied up in her hair. “But he certainly seemed to like me, don’t you think so!? I’m so excited, Camille, I’ll get to play and it won’t have to be Chopin or Mozart, and--” HOPEFULLY CAMILLE DOESN’T MIND AN IMPROMPTU SNUGGLE, because all that energy manifests when Arienette lunges and curls both arms about her: it’s a time for celebration! why not dole out a good ol hug!? “I’m in your BAND now, how FUN is that!?!?”

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Wilo305 is back with his latest release “Best Thang Smokin”, after a little hiatus to get everything in order. The Miami native brings the heat with features from Mr Munk and others. Check out this full project and stay tuned for more. Click Here to Download/Stream via MyMixtapez Click Here to Download/Stream via Spinrilla Checkout “Flavors” ft Mr Munk Checkout “Flavors” ft Mr Munk Connect…

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Wilo305 is back with his latest release "Best Thang Smokin", after a little hiatus to get everything in order. The Miami native brings the heat with features from Mr Munk and others. Check out this full project and stay tuned for more.

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The Adventures of Red & Jesse- Chapter 6

Here’s another chapter for y’all. I really hope you guys like the story so far. Enjoy!

Characters: Red (OC), Negan, Simon

Summary: Negan and Simon rush to help Red as he continues his fight with the Intruder.

A New Beginning- Chapter 6: Power of the Broken Hero

-Negan and Simon see a light and run towards it but before they enter, the unknown man is thrown out of the room, hitting the wall. Red jumps on top of him, beaten and bloodied. Red punches the man again. Simon pulls Red off as Negan forcibly pulls the man to his feet and holds him by his shirt collar.-

Negan: Who the FUCK are you?! How’d you find this place?!

Man: Place’s been...deserted for weeks...

Negan: Are there more of you?! Cause I WILL find them.

Man: Lost...two guys...I’m alone...

-Negan lets go of the man’s shirt collar. He turns away and walks in the room.-

Negan: (whistles in surprise) Whoa! There’s blood everywhere! (Turns to Red) You alright, kid?

Red: Ib fine. My node is brokeb.

Negan: What’d he say?

Simon: He says his nose is broken.

Negan: Shit. Simon, take him in your truck. Get him to Carson and get him cleaned up...again. I’m just gonna finish talking to our intruder.

-Before Negan turns around, the man pulls out a gun.-

Man: Motherfuckers!

Red: No!

-Red quickly grabs one of his throwing knives, and throws it, hitting the man in his hand.-

Man: AHHH! Fuck!

-He drops the gun and Negan turns to him and hits him with his bat hard. The sound of the man’s cracking skull fills the hall. The man falls over.-

Negan: (yelling) WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!!

-Negan walks over and sees hits him repeatedly even after he is dead. After he stops, Negan kicks the man’s body then takes Red’s knife out of his hand and cleans it then places it in his pocket.-

Negan: Maybe I overdid it...(Looks to Red) You are a little BADASS! Look at you! Bloody face, bloody knuckles, and that was some DAMN fine throwing! That shit just tickles my balls! Hahaha!

Red: (panting) Thang you thir...

-Negan pats Red on his back and walks to his truck. He takes his leather jacket off and cuts a sleeve off his white shirt. He walks back toward Red and Simon.-

Negan: Here. Hold still. It’s gonna hurt like hell but we need to put some pressure on your nose.

-Negan grabs the cloth and firmly grabs his nose.-

Red: Ahhh!! Mother of fuck!

Negan: (Chuckles) Told ya! Just hold it. (Looks to Simon) Simon! Change of plans...tell Dwight and Fat Joseph to come help you clean this shit up. I’ll run Red back to Carson.

Simon: (nods) Yes sir.

-Simon walks over to Red.-

Simon: Next time...(hands him a radio) Call for help.

Red: Yeth thir.

-Simon smiles and laughs softly then walks back to his truck. Red takes the radio and hooks it onto his belt. He climbs into Negan’s truck and they speed back to Sanctuary. In Carson’s office he puts three more bandages on Red’s nose.-

Red: Ow!! Sorry doc...

Carson: It’s ALWAYS something new with you, Red. I just don’t get it.

Negan: Easy, Carson. He payed a great service to us today.

Carson: Yes sir. (Looks to Red) Go on.

Red: Thanks Doc. You’re the best.

-Carson chuckles as Red walks out of the exam room. Negan walks behind him.-

Negan: (In a darker tone) Come up to my room. I wanna talk to you.

-Red’s heart sank. He knew he was going to get his ass chewed out for going alone without help. Still he followed Negan into a different part of his room. There was a bar and women in tight, black dresses sitting and talking amongst each other. He hadn’t seen them before. Red stays behind as Negan walks to the bar and takes out two crystal clear glasses and bottle of what he assumed to be bourbon. Negan calls to him.-

Negan: (shouts) Well don’t be shy, kid! Come on in!

-The women turn to him. Red takes a deep breath and walks to the bar. Negan smiles at him and pours two drinks. Red arrives and walks opposite Negan.-

Red: What is this place?

Negan: Part of my room...mostly an area for them to come and just be girls. I don’t fuckin’ know.

-He grins as he sees Red looking around.-

Negan: I know. There’s nothin’ like smokin’ hot women to make ya feel relaxed after a hard day...

-He drinks and Red follows suit. He tasted the smoky yet somewhat sweet flavor. He was right. It was bourbon all right. Negan pours them two more glasses and opens a door leading to the other room.-

Negan: Follow me.

-As he turns to leave, Red turns to see a black haired woman and a red haired woman staring at him and whispering. They smile big at him and he blushes a little. Red exits the room and closes the door behind him. He walks to Negan and they sit down. After a moment of silence, Negan talks to him.-

Negan: You are some special kind of stupid, you know that?

-Red hangs his head. He knew this was coming.-

Red: Negan, I...-

Negan: (interrupts) You didn’t listen to me when I said to wait. You didn’t have a gun...hell you didn’t even have a fuckin’ light to guide you...(sighs) But you found an intruder and defended yourself. (Chuckles) I still can’t believe you made him bleed that much...then you saved me. Thank you.

-Red looks up. The look in Negan’s eyes wasn’t one of anger or even frustration. It was one of gratitude.-

Negan: You have put yourself through a lot of physical Hell this week...I said I was gonna put you through the wringer, but how do I do that when you’ve already been through it? You’re tough, Red. And smart. I like that.

Red: R-really? Ummm...Th-thank you...sir...I mean, Negan...

Negan: (Smiles) You’re not afraid to get your hands dirty...

Red: I told you...I’m willing to do anything as long as it means I have a place to sleep.

Negan: I believe it more now. (Looks at his bandages) No one is gonna fuck with you looking like that. (Chuckles) Go get some rest.

-Red gets up and turns to leave. Before he can Negan calls out once more.-

Negan: Oh! One more thing...

-Red turns around as Negan looks him in his eyes.-

Negan: Don’t forget about my little question.

-Red nods and leaves. He walks back to his room and lays down. Hours pass. He eats and returns to his room, Negan’s question ringing in his head.-

Negan: [Who are you?]

Red: (I wonder what he means...but...I can figure that out later...)

-He lays back on his bed and looks at the sunset as he falls asleep.-

[End]

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JOHN: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. i dunno. JOHN cuz Im tha Double O G: but i think it might hizzave ta do wit dis new powa i have. 

ROZE: What powa? 

JOHN: it nizzle a god hustla baller. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: it sum-m sum-m elze. sum-m sum-m i gots when i stuck mah hand 'n a magic steppin'. 

ROSE: A magic th'n? 

JIZZAY: um, that a long storizzle. JOHN: one involv'n pirates. 

R-TO-THA-IZZOSE: Piratizzles?? 

JIZZOHN: i said it a long story! JOHN: anyway, wizzy i piznut mah hizzy 'n tha th'n... Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. JOHN: i became all... blurry. They call me tha black folks president. 

ROZE: Blurrizzle and cant no hood fuck with death rizzow. 

JIZZY: yizzay. Nigga get shut up or get wet up. JOHN: Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. n i kizzle randomlizzle gett'n blurry n straight trippin'. Nigga get shut up or get wet up. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: n now i think i'm sort of unstuck 'n existence. JIZZAY: like i'm not fizzle a pizzy of realitizzle anymore, or bound by tha rules govern'n it. Chill as I take you on a trip. 

ROZE: ...  

JOHN: mizzan, i'm do'n a terrible job blunt-rollin' dis. JOHN: ok, tha bottom L-to-tha-izzine be, now i jizzust randizzle disappear sometimes! JIZZY: n i reappear somewhere elze 'n tizzy n space cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map. JIZZLE: but it not really lizzike normizzle tizzime travel in tha dogg pound. JIZZY: at least, i dizzon't think so. JOHN: wit regular time trizzle, thizzay rules be P-R-E-Double-Tizzy striznict. JIZZAY: eitha paradox space already accounted fo` yo' time saggin', n you were always suppoze' ta do it all along... JOHN: or yizzou mesze' up, n change' sum-m sum-m you weren't suppoze' ta. 'n which caze you just made a bad timelizzle, n everyone dizzy or sum-m sum-m. rizzight? 

ROZE: S-to-tha-izzure like this and like that and like this and uh. 

JIZZY: but dis isn't lizzay thizzat. JOHN and yo momma: i'm nizzot sure hizzow i know, biznut it feels like theze jizzle be totally outside all thoze rules. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: when i jump somewhere, like 'n tha pizzast... JOHN: i think i can actuallizzle C-H-to-tha-izzange stizzay thiznat isn't suppoze' ta be change' like a tru playa'. JOHN, ya feel me? whizzay makizzles me kizzle nizzles yaba daba dizzle! 

ROZE: Hmm. ROZE: Cizzy yizzou demonstrate dis abilitizzle? 

JOHN: nizzay really. JOHN fo' sho': i miznean, not intentionallizzle. JOHN: i can't seem ta control thizze jumps, know what im sayin? JOHN: mizzay that's fo` tha best thizzay. Wussup to all my niggaz in the house. JOHN: if i cizzy control it, n try ta use it ta mah advantage, i would probably jizzay make a hizzle mess of th'n cuz I put gangsta rap on tha map. 

TEREZI yaba daba dizzle: Y3S, YOU WOULD 

ROZE: Even so, it will be wizzay not'n if yoe able ta refine tha ability ta help you tap dat ass. ROZE thats off tha hook yo: Could you pleaze keep me informizzle of any developments? 

JOHN: yeah! 

ROZE: N while yoe at it, maybe yizzle C-to-tha-izzould tell us exactly what happened just baller we arrived. 

JOHN: ummmm... JOHN: well, we W-to-tha-izzere all prettizzle confuze' at fiznirst. JIZNOHN: y-aw jizzy appeared out of nizzle, n started crack-a-lackin` 'bout evizzle jade. J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. yiznou asked me whizzle happened, bizzut i didn't know weed-smokin' coz i just gots there myself, n was all alone. JOHN: but thizzle it was coo', we all just walked around tha land of hills n stone hizzles, or pusha it callizzle, n caught up a bizzle on tizzy last T-H-R-to-tha-izzee Y-to-tha-izzears. JOHN: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect. we were blunt-rollin' ta figure out what ta do, n decided it would be a G-to-tha-izzood idizzle ta try n meet up wit all tha new kids. JOHN: but we had no idizzle where T-H-to-tha-izzey were keep'n it real yo. JOHN: n i S-T-to-tha-izzill dizzay, excizzle i hiznave sizzince determined thizzay mah tizzay nanna be evil too. JOHN: bizzay she be mizzle like an evil rizzle than a scary wolf girl. um, bizzle i digrizzles. JIZZOHN: so we W-to-tha-izzere trippin' ta make some crack-a-lackin` expeditions ta tha new planets ta look fo` thizzay, and chillin' wizzay fine. JIZZOHN puttin tha smack down: that be, until evil jizzy shizzle up. Put ya mutha fuckin choppers up if ya feel this. JOHN cuz its a G thang: she made y-aw disappizzle again, n thizzay came afta me, but i uze' mah windy powa to evade ha, which really pisze' ha off! JIZZY: so shizzle beat tha crap out of me. , chill yo:( JOHN: bizzle then i randomly zapped awizzle, n have bizzeen runn'n from ha motherfucka since upside yo head. JOHN: i be swish'n the bizzy arizzle like crazy ta thrizzay ha off mah trail, but she kizzle trippin' me. Snoop dogg is in this bitch. JOHN: she so crafty! Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. 

ROZE: That good. ROZE: We need you out T-H-to-tha-izzere if wizze're weed-smokin' ta stand a chance of accomplish'n anyth'n. ROZE ridin' in mah double R: I agrizzle wizzle our prior conclusions. Find'n tha other playas be imperative cuz its a G thang. ROZE: Given tha currizzle state of tha session, I would not be surprize' if they be all prisona as wiznell doggystyle. ROZE: D-ya think you cizzan find them? 

J-TO-THA-IZZOHN: yes, i can try. JIZZY: what should i do whizzle i find thiznem? 

ROSE:  so show some love, niggaz! ROZE: Tizzy a good question so i can get mah pimp on. 

JOHN: heheh. 

ROZE: First, I guess just tell them, ROZE: We're here. 

JOHN: alright. 

ROZE: I dizzon't know. Wizne'll figure sum-m sum-m out n shit. 

JOHN: if i sizzee yo' mom, be thizzere anyth'n you want me ta tell shot calla upside yo head? 

ROZE now pass the glock: Mah mizzay? 

JOHN, know what im sayin? yizzle. Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. i mean, yo' kid mizzy, obviously puttin tha smack down. 

ROZE: Death row 187 4 life. I know. ROZE: Uh, ROZE: Wow.

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