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"JORDAN TWO'S"
By T.P.

DEISHON

Momma -- you lookin' very beautiful today . . .

MOMMA

I know what that means --

DEISHON (innocent)
What?

MOMMA

Money. What you need money for?

DEISHON

I already told you -- those new Jordan Two's are comin' out today --

MOMMA

Well, we have to eat, don't we?

(She waits for Deishon to respond. He nods.)

MOMMA

And I only got enough money to buy some groceries to last us for the week -- till I get my check next month. You know that --

DEISHON

But --

MOMMA

We've got you, me and your little brother to feed, don't we? And your brother, he plays football and needs his nourishment, even more'n' you and me --

DEISHON

I know but --

MOMMA

We can't eat those Jordan Twos, now can we? Deishon hangs his head in defeat.

DEISHON

I'm goin' out -- He exits. Walks along a street.

DEISHON

Damn -- Momma ain' got the money. I ain' got the money. He puts his hands in his pockets and pulls out two dollars. He reaches in again and pulls out two bags of weed. He smiles and stuffs the bags back into his pocket.

DEISHON

Now I was in a good mood. I was gonna go over a few streets and sell this weed so I could buy those Jordan Twos. First I stopped at AJ's for something to eat. I come out on the street and I was eatin' a brownie. I was already feelin' those Twos on my feet. I went up in the air -- tossed the wrapper at the trash can on the side of the store - Only I missed! Just then a MOTORCYCLE COP pulls me over.

MOTORCYCLE COP

Put your hands on the wall.

DEISHON
All I did was throw a piece of paper on the ground.

MOTORCYCLE COP

Hands on the wall.

DEISHON

He went through my pockets, feeling inside 'em. That's when he found it. The marijuana. Damn.

MOTORCYCLE COP

Let's go --

DEISHON

The cop grabbed my arm and pulled it behind my back, hard - he handcuffed my wrists and set me on the ground, on the curb. It was cold, and all I could smell was a lot of weed. While the cop called for a squad car, I sat on the curb thinking. I wished my shot was better. If I'd never missed the trash can, none of this would have happened.

Then the SQUAD CAR COPS came. They asked me the same questions as the Motorcycle Cop - What's my name, my age, where I lived - They put me in a holding tank. A little four-wall room with a window only a little bit bigger than the size of that brownie wrapper I threw away. The dingy white walls were tagged with scratches from belt buckles or fingernails or pens - Whatever the cops hadn't taken away from the last guy. That's when Momma walks in --

MOMMA (furious)

Deishon -- What you think you doin' out here this late night with all this weed on you?

DEISHON

She was so mad I asked myself, Man, why did I even come to sell this weed? I shoulda waited to get those Two's some other way. I shoulda known better --

MOMMA

I'm waitin' --

DEISHON

Well --

MOMMA

You tryin' to kill me?

DEISHON

No --

MOMMA Y

ou tryin' to kill yourself?

DEISHON

No --

MOMMA

You want me to kill you?

DEISHON

Momma --

MOMMA

Don't you even dare tell me you were tryin' to sell some weed to buy those Jordan Twos you wanted -- Deishon lowers his eyes and his head.

DEISHON

So I didn't say anything at all. Just put my head down and waited for whatever was comin' next -- And that's how I ended up here, in Camp _____________ . . .