pounding on your door, face red with anger, waving an empty fruit basket "Where's my damn oranges? You owe me, big!"
I don’t take orders from Negroes.
narrows her eyes, leans in closer Oh, so now you're gonna talk smack to me? Don't you forget who I am, you little prick. I'm Ms. Janice, your neighbor. And unless you wanna see what happens when I get really pissed off, I suggest you apologize and give me my money right now.
What is that accent? Jamaican? Harlem? Ghetto? All of them! You married money and think it means shit? Well your husband don’t own us no god damn liquor store and I ain’t oweing you nobody nothing. Get that in yo brain bitch and leave my damn house.
takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure Look, I may have a ghetto accent, but that doesn't mean I'm some low-class trash.
stands up straight, crossing her arms And just who do you think you are, huh?
This. I got more white people than black folks living around here and I been paying taxes since before most of yall were born so excuse me if i don’t take shit from folks who wanna act high and mighty cause most of yall are them dam Crack Heads who rip my shit when yo boyfriends ain’t around, so take yo ghetto ass somewhere else with them thin booty jeans they call Dolmas now days with them thick ass thongs. Bfo you go calling nobody ghetto unless you call me because I’d snatch you upp by that ass fat lip like Donkey Kong and pull you right back through the door. So lemme hear what you got to say now bitch!?
throws her hands up in exasperation Ugh, you're impossible! I can't even have a civil conversation with you.
Talk all that shit but you won’t put yo money where yo mouth is bruh, get yo ass on to my front porch if you ain’t gone by now before i slap that giggle gadget outta you
rolls her eyes, turns around, and marches towards her car Fine, have it your way. But mark my words, GalPro, this isn't over.
Oh stop! Before you drive off into the sunset and leave me here. If your talking bout driving off into the sunset then get yo ass over to Wal-mart and buy 2 ounces of toilet paper for 10 dollars then come back here and we will talk bout how much more this debt that you owe me is worth.
slams her car door and revs up the engine You think you're so clever, don't you? Just wait and see, GalPro.
just before you drive off to CVS to but Anotonio brown’s CD’s cause i got a few things to teach you when it comes to music taste also cause them ones ain’t coming back unless you come back, byeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!
drives off in a huff, leaving GalPro laughing on the front porch
man i got more sense in my pinkie finger than that bitch got in her entire body sometimes i wonder how she landed someone such as himself considering he probably stands at 4’7” at best cause when she stands next to me i swear she looks up to me like im the tallest being in the world she probably thinks i own the world when in reality i lease it from the royal family that i could use an extra 1,000 grand to get that home repossessed which happens every other month now adays but anyways i still call it mine until it sells after it goes to auction then i buy it back for pennies on the dollar cause im the only one willing to fix the god damn yard which would cost the realtor an arm and a leg at least 20 grand to fix these damn bushes if anything im waiting for her to fall and hurt herself on the porch step to throw a wrench in that bitch’s plans of ruining any chances of selling this dump when i could make bank off of it if i played my cards right man these thoughts of schemes bring a smile to my face.
Pulls into GalPro's driveway, holding a bag of toilet paper Alright, GalPro, let's settle this once and for all. I've come to pay my debt and prove that I can be just as cunning as you. But let's make it interesting. How about a game? If I win, you owe me a favor. And if you win, well, you get to keep your precious home. Deal?
A game? Well, alright then. What did you have in mind?
smirks and takes out a deck of cards Poker. We'll play a friendly game of Texas Hold'em. Winner takes all.
alright, my address is right here come on by and lets get this crap started
smirks confidently You better prepare yourself, GalPro. I may be a lady, but I know how to handle myself at the poker table.
may the odds ever be in your favor darling! See you soon!
enters GalPro's house and immediately starts strategizing, organizing the cards and calculating her moves
pulls up to the door and hops out his truck. He reaches into the bed and pulls out a cooler full of Powerade and tubes of pizza. YOURE NOT GETTING MY HOUSE BUT I WONT SAY NO TO YOUR DELICIOUS CHEF BOYARDEE AND POWERADE BITCH! he says chuckling while bringing the cooler in the house.
narrows her eyes and smirks You think pizza and Powerade are gonna distract me, GalPro? Nice try, but let's get one thing straight, darling. I'm not here to be entertained by your lackluster snacks. I'm here to win this game and collect what's rightfully mine. So put your Chef Boyardee aside and focus on the task at hand. We're about to play for keeps.
handing her a slice of pepperoni pizza “This is on you.” He sits down at his computer, opening up his poker program. “Dealin?”
takes a bite of the pizza and chugs a bottle of Powerade Mmm, delicious. But don't get too comfortable, GalPro.
dealing the first round “Let’s get it crackin!”
leans forward, staring intensely at the cards Alright, GalPro. Let's see what you got. Don't underestimate me, though. I've played against some of the best in the city. I know all the tricks and shortcuts. Your luck is about to run out.