Poetic Justice

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Next morning
Justice is packing all her things for the road trip to Oakland.
Justice: Packed my bags, all my stuff...wait a second, white boy.
She poor cat food in her cat bowl outside of the backyard, and she is joined by 8 other neighborhood cats. She gets in the car in a hurry to get on the road, she starts her car, but won't start.
Justice: C'mon.
She tried to start again, but it's run out of fuel. She hits the wheel in frustration.
Justice: Shit! I'll call Iesha.
Now justice is inside calling Iesha for some help, and keeping her cat white boy in her house.
Justice: C'mon girl hurry up.
Phone still dialing, she picks up.
Iesha: Hello?
Justice: Iesha, what's up girl, What'chu doin?
An hour later, Iesha and justice bout to walk out the door.
Iesha: I'll hold your jacket for you.
Justice: Bet you will.
Justice closes the door behind her, Iesha not liking the idea that her cat is inside her house.
Iesha: Uh uh, there go that damn cat again. Imma kick it one day watch.
Justice: Girl u kick my cat, I'll kick your ass.
Iesha: We gon have fun.
Justice: Can't believe I'm doing this.
Iesha: Its gonna be so on, just watch.
Justice: Uh uh Iesha, I ain't doing this.
In the mail truck, Chicago and Lucky talking.
Chicago: Muthafucka said she from Ethiopia, knew damn well that bitch from Compton.
Lucky: She look it tho.
Chicago: Wit a kid named Lamar?
Back to Iesha and justice standing in front of the house.
Justice: Girl you got this.
Iesha: No c'mon girl.
Justice: I ain't riding in that!
Iesha: Why you gotta be a buster?
Justice: Who you callin a buster?
Iesha: You, why don't you take a chance for a change.
Justice: Take a chance my ass, look at this?
In the truck.
Chicago: She fly now, ain't she, lucky? Look man.
Lucky turns his head to the fly girl, recognized it was justice who played him at the salon yesterday.
Lucky: Oh my god! I know that bitch.
Chicago: You don't know her.
Lucky: That's that hoe that work at the salon on 54th man. Here we go, she act up her ass is out.
Justice carrying her luggage and Iesha holding her jacket walk up towards the truck.
Iesha: Lucky's cool girl.
Justice: That's lucky right there?
Iesha: Yeah why?
Justice: That's the muthafucka who was at the salon the other day tryna mack. Sorry ass bald headed.
Iesha: Just be cool. You know him girl?
Lucky: She betta not act up.
Chicago and lucky go into silence as Iesha introduces justice to lucky.
Iesha: Lucky, lucky. This is justice, justice this is lucky, and you already know Chicago.
Chicago: Sup baby?
Iesha: Baby?
Chicago: Shit, hi.
Iesha: Anyway, let's go.
Iesha gets in the truck while Chicago move to the back.
Iesha: Move!
Chicago: Damn, watch out Girl, get to ass in the back. Shit I ain't no fuckin bellboy.
Lucky: Take it easy on that mail.
Before justice could get in the back, Iesha tells her to sit up in the front with lucky.
Iesha: Yo j, sit over here girl.
Justice sits in the front with an attitude.
Lucky: Go ahead and make your seat belts click baby. We follow all the safety guidelines around these parts, y'all just hold on. There you go, and we out.

Lucky starts driving the truck and hits the road. The truck turns in the street to make a U, goes up the street and turn on the Crenshaw sign. Passing by a house with explosion written all over it and broken down pieces. In the back of the truck, Chicago, who is brushing the side of his fade, is playing with Iesha.
Iesha: Stop, stop.
Chicago: You don't know if you wanna kiss me or hit me.
Iesha: I don't.
Chicago: Yes you do. I know what you like.
Iesha: What?
Chicago: Man shit. Muscle feel it.
She feels it.
Iesha: Nigga that ain't shit.
Chicago: It ain't, what's that?
Iesha: Ow! Shit, muthafucka don't be grabbing my titty like that!
Chicago: What you want me to do, kiss it?
Iesha: Yeah here, psych! Stop Chicago.
He kisses her.
Iesha: See that's better, be nice for a change.
Lucky is still driving, bout to smoke himself a cigarette, but ask permission to justice.
Lucky: Mind if I smoke?
Justice: Help yourself.
Lucky: Guess not.
He lights up, smokes up, blows out the weed.
Lucky: I need a gangsta bitch, I want a gangsta bitch ah yeah, I wanna gangsta boogie wit my gangsta bitch.
Dead silence occurs, lucky tries to conversate with justice.
Lucky: Aye you kinda quiet huh?