Forbidden Fruit: First Bite

Damn.

Yo.

- Yo, where the fuck you been at?

Man, I'm here. I just woke up.

What's up?

Shit, you tell me.

I had people looking for you.

What the fuck happened?

All the poker, all that money.

All that money.

Shit, nothing I can't handle.

Just a little run-in with them fucks.

- Oh, is that what they call it nowadays?

A little run-in?

Yeah, something like that.

- Boy, you know you need to quit.

Don't even worry about it.

I got it handled.

- I don't know whether to call you

the luckiest guy alive

or just pure fuckin' stupid.

I'm still breathing, right?

Right.

- Well, that's what I'm talking about.

You gotta be more conservative.

Nothing is guaranteed out here.

What's that supposed to mean?

- You know exactly what I mean.

- I don't have it as you do.

Some of us gotta be more aggressive and make a way.

Not everyone is blessed the way you are.

- Well, if you had played your cards right

like I had told you,

then maybe you wouldn't have to take so many chances.

And then you'd be be able to enjoy

some of the simple pleasures in life.

Such as.

- Such as having a pretty young thing treat you

in the morning.

This looks good.

Ooh, yes, thank you.

- Shit, I'm glad everything it taught you paid off.

Taught me.

Shit, I aint' stuttered.

- Is that what you tell yourself

to make yourself feel better?

I'm sorry to tell you,

but some people are just born

with this kind of talent.

For real, though, you had me shittin' for a second.

I'm gonna need you to play your hands

a little tighter.

Everything doesn't have to be a crapshoot.

What can I say?

Some people weren't meant for discomfort.

That's half the game.

- Luck is what I call it.

- Well, luck is pure nuts.

Wish you had some of mine.

Fuck you.

I don't need any nuts here.

The good Lord blessed me with the strong ovaries

and some good game is what I like to call it.

Yeah, whatever.

But, for real, though.

You need to chill with that.

Lord knows I wouldn't want

to get that 3 a.m. knock on my door

by the police and reverend saying

that they found a body floating in this city river.

This ain't PS4 where you get three extra lives

in your back pocket.

Yeah, I know, I know.

Life is too precious.

Anyway, how them winnins' look last night?

Lovely.

Some that always feels real good.

Especially when you bluff someone

with a 2-7 off suit.

Nice.

What's good, bro.

- Hey, bro, get the money, get the money.

Not all of it.

What's up!

- You need to stop playing in the back alleys

and upgrade to a real casino.

Maybe one day.

How did you make out, though?

Not so bad myself.

Man, I had them sweating bullets.

I mean, if I didn't know any better,

I probably couldn't played 2-7 off suit

all night long and still would've came out on top.

Really, though?

I don't see why not.

Shit, I was thinking about taking

my talents to Vegas on the WSOP tour.

I don't see anybody on ESPN

that can take my chips.

Man, I could probably run circles around them.

They don't know what real poker is.

- Shit, if that's the case,

no need for you to be applying for med school then.

Well, somebody's gotta do it

to keep these dumb asses from thinking

they could outplay me.

Shit, hold on a second.

- I don't know why you acting like it ain't true.

Whatever.

What you need to do is stick to the books.

My grades are fine.

No need to worry about them.

What's up tonight, though?

You stopping by Tommy's.

- I'll be there after my shift.

Okay, cool.

I gotta go by and see my advisor later today.

- You still trying to holler at Tiffany?

- It's not hollering when your whispers

is just as strong.

I'll call you later, okay.

Promise?

- Yes, now go, you're gonna be late.

I'll call you later.

All right, talk to you later.

All right.

- A little late for you to be up.

Yeah, I guess.

New girlfriend?

Mm-hmm.

So what's that?

Number four this month?

- So, I made the dean's list this semester.

I'm about to go and meet with my advisor.

I mean, she thinks I'm gonna have

some pretty good programs looking at me

by the end of the year.

Mom.

That can mean a full ride.

So you have nothing to say?

Sorry, it just, it slipped.

I gotta go.

You do that.

I need a ride to school.

Where your girlfriend?

You can't find one of them to take you to school?

Mom, I have to get to school.

Are you gonna take me or not?

- Girl, come on, get on my nerves.