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Bye.

Hello? Hello, who's this?

You called me.

This is the Califax Collection Company.

Who am I speaking with?

I know who you're looking for. He's not here.

Do you know where he can be reached?

What month is it?

Um, it is June, I believe.

Then he's probably in the Northern Hemisphere somewhere.

Just stay real.

I actually don't know what that is.

Somebody bought it.

Ben

was

just yelling, yo, this is Connect Four and not chess.

Your girl woke me up.

Who?

Your girl.

I don't have a girl here.

Might be swanks.

Anybody coming in today?

I don't know.

85 might run through.

I love airplanes.

Fuck it, my daddy, he had me on an airplane.

Your dad had you on an airplane. It was like that weird Bill Cosby episode.

With the Muppets? He gave birth to sandwiches. Sandwiches and an orange

soda. Yeah, but that was me on an airplane.

It was weird. That sounds more like... What's the one with Arnold

Schwarzenegger? Oh, yeah. With Danny DeVito?

No, that's twins. Twins. I mean, classics regardless. The one where he's

pregnant.

Baby Mama?

No, man.

It's called... Kindergarten Cock with Gary Coleman?

Junior.

It's really good.

Junior.

Do you think we're going to use the other song you did?

Which one?

The one, slow 80s.

I don't know. Let's play it. I like it. I don't have it.

Something like that.

We could do something like... Sounds a little like... Like...

Like... No one raps over that.

I don't think so.

Yeah.

Your

brother wants you.

I'm sorry I was just losing, man. You had to get serious, man.

You playing the Bobcats too, bro? Come on, man. It's Atlanta, baby. Huh?

Of course I'm doing, man. Score 1,000, 10,000 points.

All-star.

Your room is disgusting.

It's not that crazy.

That's debatable.

But yo, Lisa swears that she's seen more vaginas than me.

In real life. Listen.

I'm a woman. I'm in locker rooms, in, like, gyms, whatever.

I see naked women all the time.

Misla. Forever, too.

Not just since I hit puberty.

Before puberty, I've been searching for naked women.

And that's all, and since I'm here now, that's all I do.

Got a point.

About the same, man. How many vaginas have you accidentally seen?

Wait, me?

Both. I was gonna say, it's never really an accident. It's not an accident. It's

not an accident for me either.

What? That's even weirder.

You guys are crazy.

That makes no sense. You guys sent your girl down there to get me for this?

I didn't send any girl down to the stadium. You got a girl here today?

No, I didn't bring any girl. I'm looking for new girls.

You got a girl downstairs?

Of course she's not my girl. Why would I bring girls here? Misa never brings

girls for anybody.

Yo, if that girl's cute, tell her to come upstairs though.

What did you think of Track Sailor?

It was okay.

I don't know about the second one though. It wasn't scary enough.

What do you mean scary?

It wasn't scary enough.

You're not scary.

I'm pretty scary. I can be scary when I want to. Try.

Totally scary.

I only miss.

It's my fault, it's in my pocket.

Oh shit.

That was tight.

That was tight.

It was too turned up.

This decision is pivotal right

God damn it. Did I just tweet? All right.

God damn it!

Go.

You're old, Donald.

Yeah, don't lose it.

I can do this all day. I feel great.

He's a hat on push-ups go all the way down

Do you know him?

Nah.

Then why'd you wave?

I'm a gentleman.

I've had the most strangely recurring dreams over the last week.

And it's like of my wedding, but nothing is going right.

Everything's a disaster.

My guests are all there. It's all my real-life friends.

They all look gorgeous. They're all fully done up in their gowns that

they're probably going to wear to the wedding. My family's there.

But suddenly I realize I should have already been married by now, and I'm not

married. I'm not in my wedding dress.

I'm all alone in this giant area.

Where I see my guests being served their cocktail appetizers on paper plates.

Everyone seems to be having a great time, but they're all dressed up, eating

off of paper plates.

And I am wearing cargo pants.

Army cargo pants.

Like Old Navy?

Yeah, exactly.

Like Old Navy cargo pants.

I don't own Old Navy cargo pants. I'm not even sure where that came from in my

head. But I'm wearing that with a t-shirt. And I'm supposed to be getting

married. My hair's not done. My makeup's not done. Everybody else is ready.

My mom.

comes in and asks me, why aren't you getting ready for your wedding?

I'm like, oh, I will be, I will be. But suddenly I'm smoking a cigarette.

I don't even know why I'm smoking a cigarette, but in my mind I also know

that I'm three or four weeks pregnant.

Horrible, right? So I tell my mom, mom, you don't know this, but I'm three or

four weeks pregnant. She says, not put out the cigarette.

She says, well, maybe you should go get in your wedding dress.

It's all very, very weird. I'm not really sure what it means at all. I

think we have too many lemons.

One more?

Yeah.

And these two?

Yeah, some of them.

That'll be enough.

Okay. We can make guacamole.

Investing time in writing lies. Likely truth without a clue. I met my higher

self. Pissing off the roof of drunken goof. He said, keep the mic smelly like

a rotten tooth.

And all your fears forgotten when the cap is in the booth.

I'm an angel in an agony of flame.

Feathers growing at the mention of my name.

Reinvention of my shame. I'm a slave to the darkness of my innermost cave. And

all these words I hold tighter than a glow stick at a rave, nigga.

Dance around the campfire.

Butt naked blowing trees.

Could give a single fuck if somebody sees I'm free.

Red V bleed out a scarlet letter, kill a king, and I'll be sitting ready for

whatever weather the seasons sing, picking up expensive habits, chasing

after little rabbits, hope they lead me to a place of magic.

Sad at all the times I never thought I had it, losing all these memories.

Y'all, now it matters.

Patterns.

Who the fuck is Gambino? I hand a waitress a Benji to act like she never

met me. I'm saying though, they want the game changed when you shit on the radio.

Fruit was so hanging low, I didn't even bother. She trying to land Obamas, man.

She get it from her mama.

I don't blame her. I tame her giving something to visualize on my couch

watching DVR to American Dad.

Man, them new Celine bags are so to die for.

Man, that Porsche on Prozac, them silver side doors. Watch her walk as death

becomes her. Because Mrs.

Tarantino killed bills, no wonder. My heaven is the present, so maybe this is

it. Pray to God every night to make me believe he exists.

Drink a fifth of vodka, I don't need no sponsor.

Hear the preacher holler, make them holy souls.

And then that's when I'm like, the hook. Yeah, yeah.

That's tight. I like that.

Gabo.

Yeah.

I remember being 17, being scared as hell, getting prank calls,

like crazy stuff, just like a senior in high school.

Had a lot of girls.

It's crazy.

So this one girl was super crazy. She would call my phone from a block number.

I knew it was her.

But then I started getting like the crazy, like death threats.

It started as a joke.

Then they knew exactly what kind of car I was driving.

They knew exactly where I liked to hang out.

Then they started, you know, shooting in the area.

So I couldn't sleep at home anymore.

I went, got a gun for my friend.

Now I'm sleeping on the street for a week.

The scariest thing about it all, though, is, like, knowing that you have a gun,

is that you might have to use it.

Yeah. It's scarier than killing somebody is the thought of killing somebody.

Just not knowing.

Like those seven days, we couldn't handle it. Couldn't handle it.

You just get to that point, like you just, like how did I get here?

Sometimes you just can't explain why things happen.

They just, they just do.

When I was like five or like six, we were like living.

in Decatur, and we built projects on Common Strive. It's real

nice now, but we were like, I remember my mom's friend, it was like a friend of

the family, had this kid, something happened, I don't even really understand

it, but he had to stay with us for a couple days, and we were, he

didn't have any space, he had no room, so he had to sleep in my room, so he

slept in my bed.

And he was like, I remember in the morning when we woke up, like, he was

like, let's rub butts.

And I was like, I was like, I don't, I just, I was like, I just did it. I was

like, okay, like, I don't know what that means. Like, I don't really get it. And

then, and then he like, and then when we turned and when I turned, like, he

kissed me.

Kiss you?

Yeah.

Hmm.

And then it was like.

Like you said, like, I don't know why that happened. I don't know why it

happened. I don't... Anybody ever, like, know about this?

Nope.

Just him.

What's wrong?

That's wild.

It's weird.

It's crazy.

Like I said, sometimes you just can't explain things.

I'm gonna go inside.

Yeah, I'm gonna stay out here.

Who are you?