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Everything hurts

But everything heals, with time//

Whatever that is;

And whatever that means,

It's means to an end, if you let it be

So let it be

But, it persists in lettering me;

He becomes me in my sleep, In dreams

I think I really need him, or something

Or anyone, or anybody

Anything, or something

Anybody, anybody

Excerpt From:

“DJ AND CC TAKE HOLLYWOOD”

Wait, CC—you're a sex addict?!

I'm an everything addict! You know this!

I didn't know!

—Except pills; I hate pills.

What? I've seen you take pills before.

Case in point!

Why didn't you just tell me?

It doesn't exactly come up organically in conversation, Dillon.

What?! We talk about sex all the time.

Like, in general—but not fórreal! What the fuck!

What the fuck?! Whats the difference?!

If you have to ask, I feel like you're really not gonna like the answer, dog.

—

“WorstConversationEver”

(Bong rips)

Remember your dad's friend Tom?

Oh my God. You fucked Tom?!

NO!

okay, cause—

I sucked his dick while I pretended to mow the lawn!

What the hell?!

—and he still paid me.

Whatthefuck.

Yeah, fucked up.

So who mowed the lawn?!

He mowed his own lawn!

This is the worst conversation ever.

The crazy thing about this story is—

There's a lot of crazy things about this story, actually.

EXT. BASKETBALL COURT. DAY.

Alright— shirts and skins —Shirt—Skin Shirt,Skin—

Uhh! Nah. I wanna be “shirts”

Why dude?! Your girl's mad hot!

So?!

So I know you got it goin on! Look at you!

I'm mad rich!

Yeah—but girls always cheat on flabby rich dudes! With hotter dudes.

My girlfriend might be cheating on me!

Yeah—She's not, though.

How do you know?

Cause I tried!

Yeah. Take your shirt off.

No—uh! How do you know she's just not into you!

Because! He tried—

HE tried!

You sell out.

And Andre tried—

[ANDRE is tall (about 6'9 dark, and handsome]

—you too, bro?

[ANDRE shrugs nonchalantly]

That's an NBA player—

What the FUCK, YO.

—and she said NO.

ANDRE

Yup. Shot me down.

Oh really—from all the way up there?!

Face it, man! You're fuckin hot!

I don't like the way that sounds coming from you—

Take your shirt off!

Were you this aggressive with my girl?!

Don't be like that…

Nah— fuck you!

Yo! C'mon, man—

And you three!

You're holding up the game getting mad over nothing. It's Hollywood!

It's Beverly Hills!

—Exactly my point!

You're new here—you'll catch on.

You know what!

I'm shirts—you're skins—Game on.

[SUNNI BLU goes beast mode and plays the dirtiest, most whoopass game in history—out of spite and anger of the toxic masculinity; this of course earns SUNNI BLU even more respect as a “man's man”]

Later: as the owner of the clippers, sunni BLU trades “Andre” to the worst basketball team