Downtown : Life under the gun

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August pov : I was sitting in da chair looking at da actors playin meh and tyla. Baby gul really wuznt giving meh no chance wen she first met meh. I shook my head cuz all it took wuz a trip in dressing room three to have on my team. I cut da scene cuz dis nigga wuznt gettin it and dis movie going to be good. Shit even betta den da straight outta Compton if I put my name on dis shit

August: Ight wen you walk up to ha you gotta think of ha as a regular hoe. Malika you have to turn meh down . I kno its hard cuz im a sexy ass nigga but tyla wuznt givin meh any play

Malika : SO I have to act like im not interested

August: Dere you go shit act like im one of dem thirsty niggas tryin to hollah. And action

Assistant: Um Mr.Alsina we have a problem

August: Wats da problem

Assistant: Mr. neverson is back and hes not leaving until he talks to you about his part in the movie

August: (sigh) send da cry baby in

Assistant: I would but hes sitting in front of the studio entrance and hes not moving

August: Wat da fuck ( blow horn) Lunch thirty mins

I shook my head and followed my assistant while I wuz checkin my phone. I ran across an old picture of tyla. Damn I miss being inside of dat it just dat I be so fuckin busy. Shit I wonda if she noticed how long it been since I put it down on ha. Wat da fuck is dis nigga..

August: Trey

Trey: IM NOT MOVING

August: So yo dumb ass gone lay on da street behind my car. Fuck wrong wit ya, you want sum moe brain damage

Trey: My brain isn't damage mr meanie pants. I need to talk to you about this movie

August: wat nigga

Trey: I have a problem with my character

August: Wat

Trey: Why he sound so intelligent I mean I know im smart but this is going to be hard to top

August: ( arch eyebrow) I just wanted to portray you right brotha. You hungry

Trey: Starving ( gets up) Lunch your treat

August: Nigga get in da car

August pov: I drove to a nearby ihop cuz dis nigga love pancaks. Yall think im playin but wen we got in da restaurant he started crying. Im tellin yall dis nigga should have been da one in da crazy house. A long time ago.

Trey: why you look at me like that

August : You asking meh why im looking at you and yo ass is crying ova so fuckin pancakes

Trey: Aye don't talk about my babies like that. Pancakes understand me

August: Mhm I bet, both got air in dem

Trey: Nigga wat you think oxygen is ( shakes his head) I don't see what tyler sees in you

August: wat you mean

Trey: Your mean

August: IM not mean

Trey: say something nice to me then

August: Somethin nice ( laughs)

Trey: august is a big fat meanie

August: I aint mean to my babeh. you da one who hurting my neice game and shit

Trey: da only game she betta be playin is monopoly

August: Mhm but back to wat you wuz sayin

Trey: I was just saying that I don't see why tyler stayed with you for so long.

August: she stayed cuz I fuck ha into hospital beds (smile)

Trey: that's why your medical bills are so fucking high

August: aye blame my mommy and daddy for givin meh dis big dick

Trey: mhm speaking of big dicks

August: You betta say no homo afta dat shit or im done hangin with you

Trey: nigga I be breaking kenni back evry night. Had her ass screaming the whole motherfuckin alphabet

August: My nigga ( High five)

Trey: what about you, when the last time you haven't told me any stories

August: Im a grown ass man I aint gone tellin ya

Trey: You always tell me

August: Well things change

Trey: NIGGA YOU AINT GETTING NO PUSSY 

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