Blindspotting

You got slapped in the fucking face?

Ha!

You got your three, motherfucka.

You been needing that.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah. What else happened?

Okay, so apparently Moms keeps trying to bond with Ashley,

but it's not quite landing.

That's two very different parenting styles

under one roof, and Trish has been MIA

since the slap heard round the world.

At least Ashley has Janelle,

even though she been gone for five years

and they lost touch that whole time.

Anyway, I'll know more after our visit today.

Visitation is canceled.

Come back tomorrow.

Come on, man.

Fuck!

Look, can-can I just be real with you?

It-it has been a while since I've been out.

And I'm still really adjusting

to being back. I mean, it felt like...

I've been in this whole other dimension, right?

And only now am I realizing that...

This is the real one.

And being there...

Is only there there. You know what I'm saying?

You know what I mean?

You know what I'm saying?

And I have forgot everything

while I was there.

Then I got back here.

And everybody is here here

but I'm here there or-or...

Or there here.

Does that make sense?

Mm.

Why don't you tell me about yourself?

What's your days like?

My days are pretty mellow lax,

mobbing around, play some football

with my broletariats.

That's what I call my dude crew.

-Broletariats, okay. -Yeah, I try to stay active...

on PS4.

I would say we could hit up that diner by the Fox,

but they turned it into an arcade now.

They got these wack-ass bowling alleys

with these, like, weird, tiny balls.

Bocce.

Bocce? Where's that at?

Well, shit, a white nigga that work in the front,

he let me slide in the back,

and he let me carry up in here, too.

And I ain't talking about that thang either.

I'm talking about this bottle of Heen, you feel me?

Heening and scheming, you know what--

You don't carry a thang, do you? Like--

Oh, nigga, always tucked, my nigga.

-Oh, my--what the fuck? -Shit, nigga.

That way I ain't got to come up off no bread.

Wait, what's that on your neck?

-Oh, th-this? -Uh, yes.

Born somewhere else,

but my soul was waiting for me here.

-You meditate? -Oh, my God.

When you're boring these pistols at these niggas,

you got to be centered, calm, vipassana.

My greatest craft is just how 100 I keep it.

I'm just a real one, hella solid.

-A solid real nigga. -So 100.

I repair antique fountain pens.

What?

What?

What?

What are your- what are your days like?

This.

I check and make sure ex-cons aren't getting weird...

or fucking up.

Extension cord?

That's from column A, Earl.

Do you have a job yet?

I don't need a job.

I'm just riding this shit out until my year is up.

You need a fucking job to fulfill your probation.

Staying unemployed will get you sent back.

Got it?

This is pertinent information

you could've shared earlier, James.

Wha--?

You killing me, dog.

Wha--

Jame--

- -Whoa, whoa!

Ja-- No!

What the fuck are you doing?

You went to jail for weed, Earl.

And now it's legal,

and I'm on private property.

That's $10 you owe me!

I just didn't think, as paranoid as you are,

you would even risk that shit.

It's for my paranoia!

Oh.

Uh, do they got other probation officers?

Like, do I get to choose about--

Get a job, Earl, today.

-What kind of job? - I don't know.

Think of something. Be creative.

Learn a craft.

Find something you're fucking good at.

The last of my weed.

Aah!

So there's, like, no way

I pull this off, right?

Nancy keeps trying to sell me Kente cloth,

and I keep saying, "Nancy, I can't wear those!"

And she says, "You don't support Black business."

And I say, "For fuck's sake, Nancy!"

And I buy three scarves.

Do you want to talk about your visit?

Ah, I was in line at 6:30 this morning to make sure

I was through security by 7:15 so there would be no way

that we would miss our 7:30 appointment,

and then they pushed it!

So then I waited until 9:00,

and then they pushed it again until 11:00

and then again till 3:00 p.m.,

and then they told me that visitation was done!

Fuck!

I don't know, maybe he'll find another butt phone

and-and call me tonight.

When you guys say butt phone,

do you mean...

You know what?

I'm just gonna be happy

not being clear on what that is.

Where's Sean?

He's having a sleepover

at that weird kid Simon's house.

They want to watch a movie

about dogs living in reservoirs.

I don't know! Shit!

-No, he can't watch that movie. -Rainey, it's a dog movie.

Sean can watch a dog movie with his friend!

I'm telling you, you're gonna want to see that movie before--

Rainey, I'm the mother.

Okay.

Well, it's just us girls here tonight.

Got the whole place to ourselves.

We can do whatever we want.

Ahh.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Savor it

and let it be completely free to consume you.

Mmm.

What does that freedom feel like?

-The fuck? -Sorry!

Sorry, my bad. Sorry.

I just--are you, like, a phone sex girl or something?

Seriously? No, I'm not.

I do these guided meditations for this app

called Zen Diagram.

What you want, Earl?

Uh, could I do the Zen Diagram thing, too?

Like, as a job?

Like, it-it be paying well?

Um...

I think that you need

to find a job doing something that you do.

-Huh. -What do you do?

Do you want help finding something?

Okay, so...

get all situated here.

That's for you to take notes.

Okay. Let's find you a gig, my nig.

Uh, can we smoke first? 'Cause--

Earl, no. Now, come on.

Take this seriously.

Don't you see me in this damn suit jacket?

Now, what are your skills?

Well, I'm a hard worker,

considerate, charming at times,

relatively attractive.

I-I kind of let myself go a little bit when I was--

Those are not skills. I need skills, Earl, skills.

Okay, uh, all right. Um, well, I'm-I'm a good cook.

We definitely can find you a job cooking.

No, I-I'd rather not.

It's just...

my pops, he's a chef at--

You know that spot Brewer's Feast?

Nigga, swear.

Brewer's Feast? I don't understand.

I grew up in the kitchen.

I worked the line under my pops as a teenager.

It kind of ruined it for me...

and he and I's relationship in general.