"I never sleep... cuz sleep is the cousin of death..." - Nas
double post day... was going through some of my digital junk and came upon this outtake... it's originally from the story Meet the Parents, (it's since been cut from the story, more on that later) from Volume 2... The story compares the lives of two people who died on election night 2008, a socially conscious college student and a homeless junkie. This scene opens at a grave yard, where obstacles are impeding the junkie's burial...
Truth be told, even if there was no election, no one would have noticed to mourn this John Doe. Bought some bad heron, the rest is elementary. Even Barney curses this cat’s lifestyle and self inflicted homicide this morning. He glares at his supervisor. If it wasn’t for this motherfucker, Barney would already be done, he would be out celebrating what was the best morning of his life. But this asshole chose this morning to die;
“You’re killin’ me, a fuckin’ rock?”
“Not a rock, bedrock or something... We gotta get equipment up here. Until then, we can't dig over here.”
“He my last one, you telling me we gotta dig a whole other grave before I get out? Ain’t nobody else in here you can harass today?”
“Nobody put the fuckin’ rock down there. Go dig the fuckin’ grave on the other side of the cemetery.”
“Today is my holiday mine furer. Just me and my people. You don’t get to order me around.”
“Shut the fuck up Kunt-a. Just remember, if it wasn’t for me and the millions of other white people out there, your boy doesn’t win anyway.”
“You mean without the last two term, white-devil, republican president, shit wouldn’t have gotten so fucked up that people finally let the nigger have a crack at it.”
“That so Kunt-a?”
“Yes, suh, bows... ain’t no way y’all was gonna that a nigga a chance if shit wasn't broken. We needed eight years of Bush before we ran out of other option.”
Barney wasn’t mad at white people or his supervisor. He didn't even give a fuck about who the president was at the time. Truth is, he was functionally drunk by noon on most days and didn't take the shit he said seriously--even if he did, he'd have a hard time remembering what he was supposed to take seriously.
He was, however, pissed off at that this fucking junkie for choosing a Tuesday night to cop some shitty heroin.
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after workshopping the story (shout to gotham)... i decided to axe this scene, since this convo doesn't really add to the rest of the story (although, in my defense... i think it's fucking funny)...
time to get things rolling with this group...
--End Transmission--
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