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I got a bad feeling about this.

Oh, I love this. You kidding me?

We shop online way too much.

This is the Amazon of the streets.

All right, man, can you both chill, bro?

Just relax and act like
you've been here before.

I could be drawing right now.

What are we doing?

Ah-ah! Caw-caw!

What are you doing?

What up? You got my shit?

You got my money?

The fuck I look like, Boo-Boo the fool?

I already paid you, man.

I Venmoed you.

Did he really just say Venmo?

What, apps are taking over
the black market now?

- Geez.
- Why don't we just go to a store?

Okay, first of all,
we can't go to a store.

These sneakers are exclusive.

Stores sell out. Stores have lines.

I come here, I get multiple pairs,

I flip 'em later on,
right, for more money,

keep all the profit.

Get it? All right.

Let me make sure that's
that good shit that's pure.

- The fuck is this?
- It's a flyer, man.

Climate change walkout next week.

Drew it myself.

Don't give a fuck about
climate change, nigga.

Hey, stop putting that
shit in my box, man.

One leaf at a time, man.

Save the air, man. You gotta care.

You too, Curly. You gotta come down.

I gotta get a new connect.

I don't talk to crackpots.

Have a good one, you guys.

Mr. Clovis, I'll see you
next week, dawg.

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Are you going flip this?

You should be proud of them.

Keef Knight.

- Hey! Ayana.
- Hey.

You scrub the Internet clean yet?

Actually, that's funny.

But I do wanna show you something.

Check this out. Toast-N-Butter 2.0.

I knead to kneel.

Whoa. That's some sour dough.

Ah, "Breakfast of champions." Nice.

I like you again.

I might start liking you
again if you run my stuff.

Oh, okay.

- Okay.
- Ah, you know I built his desk, right?

Excuse me?

No, I'm saying, if you
ever need anything done,

I'm your man.

I can do that, you know?

Yeah. If I need anything, I'm my man.

- Yo, 'sup?
- Oh.

- Hey, what the fuck?
- Uh...

Oh, boy. Oh, damn!

Sorry, I, uh... I actually
just sold my shirt

to some pop-up bro over there.

50 bucks.

- Can you believe it?
- Wow. There's more of them.

Uh, do you know any normal people?

Define "normal."

Oh. Define "people."

Okay.

What? "Sold out"?

I've been waiting for three hours.

Ay, so you know what's crazy?

Um, I actually sell shoes.

You know, we just came
from picking up some joints.

No promises, but send me your new stuff.

- Okay.
- Yes, of course, thank you.

- Bye, Keef.
- All right, take it easy.

- See you later.
- Wow.

Bye.

See you later, baby.

- Hey, who was that?
- Never gonna happen.

- But she actually done it.
- But she do, though.

- And that's the interesting part.
- Hey.

Keef Knight.

Yeah.

- Toast-N-Butter.
- Yes.

- Hey, man, I'm a fan.
- Yes.

Aw, thank you, man. I appreciate that.

Hey, do you think you could
sign something for me?

Sure, yeah.

Who this person again?

You've been served.

What?

- Bloom & Hill?
- Fuck.

It's a cease and desist
from Bloom & Hill.

It says here that they own the
rights to Toast-N-Butter,

and that if I post any more comics,

they will sue.

What? But they're yours!

- Like, you, like, birthed them.
- Mm-hmm.

I know, but I also gave away
those rights when I signed.

You are a terrible mother.

- Ooh, shit.
- What?

What?

And don't say "woke equals broke."

- What is it?
- Well, in your case, it does.

Yeah, they say they want their
advance back, my brother.

Let me see that.

Oh, fuck.

- I spent all of this money.
- Fuck that.

Fight it. Go to court.

- Mm-hmm.
- How am I gonna go to court?

I have no money.
I can't afford an attorney.

You better figure something out.

Mrs. Chang would've let you slide,

but as your temporary landlord,

I'm gonna be coming for
that rent check real soon,

and I'm coming in hot.

Don't even worry about
what he talking about.

It's the gig economy,
right? Think about it.

There's a lot of stuff
you can do for money.

You can drop off somebody groceries,

deliver somebody weed,

hell, you can drop off
somebody step-kids at school.

Well, why does it have to be step-kids?

Because who gonna send
their real kids with Keef?

Hmm.

Hey, real talk though?

You gotta do something.

One week, max.

One week, max.

Because I'm an artist.

Look, I'll be fine. I don't
wanna do this forever.

It's temporary. It really is.

You know, I get in, I get out.

- Two weeks, max.
- Two weeks, max.

Because this is the gig economy.

Right? That's why it exists.

For folks like me to...
to bridge that gap

and, it sounds cliché, but
turn my dreams into a reality.

Six weeks, max.

Rideshare?

You didn't think this
whole thing through.

The gig economy is a hamster
wheel that smothers revolt.

You should be starting a
revolution, not a Ford Fusion!

- Okay now.
- Here's an idea.

Just say no to the bullshit
and draw some new shit.

Here's another idea.

Make sure the new shit
ain't about that bullshit!

You done? Can I work, please?

Nah, buddy.

Rideshare is not the move.

It only leads to violence.

Didn't you see Taxi Driver?

Shut the fuck up!

Yeah. I got you, baby.

Man, I'm feeling Chinese.

Wanna hit Gain Wah?

Yeah, gimme one second, bro.

I'm low-key cyber-stalking Ayana.

What's the difference between
low-key cyber-stalking

and then just, I don't know,
plain old cyber-stalking?

One sounds less creepy.

Oh. No, no.

- That's not true at all.
- Mm-hmm, yes, it does.

So Gain Wah?

I'll probably just Postmate it.

- That's cool?
- No, no, no, no, no.

We're going to the brick-and-mortar.

Bro, we can watch Rick
and Morty right here.

Just take a seat, brother. Come on.

No, the brick-and-mortar.

An actual store. A place of business.

A destination where there's humans

cooking food for you.

Right. That's like where
Postmates goes, right,

and humans still cook the
food, and they pick it up

and bring it to me and you.

This is the reason we're
losing our humanity.

There's no personal connection.

Not to mention, you are
lining the pockets of...

Tech bros?

Big business?

Blah, blah, blah.

You make friendship hard.

Dude, I am sick of this
secondhand woke shit.

It is "white boy wasted,"
not "white boy woke."

Let's go.

So is that low-key or high-key stalking?

First of all, this is regular-key.

Look, sneakers her weakness.

That's what your boy
is about to exploit.

Gunther Morris.

You are a temporary landlord.

Temporary.

Which means you can't just come in here

and change the way we do things.

We've always paid the rent
with Zelle, Venmo, PayPal,

any of the other 50 apps
that I could name right now.

I may be temporary,

but Mrs. Chang put me
in charge, all right?

And I plan to wield that
power like a weapon

because it pleases me.

Okay, well, I'm not paying by check,

so I hope that pleases you.

Mm, yeah, you are, okay?

If I can't fold your rent into origami,

I ain't taking it.

Why would you fold my rent?

That makes no sense.

Good day, sir. Step aside?

A landlord wishes to pass
through his hallway.

Clovis? Onward.

Our meal awaits.

Can't believe you made me
walk down all them stairs.

We could've Postmated this shit.

Your landlord is buying.

Nah, it's just been a
crazy day, you know?

I had a... I had a mom throw
three kids in the backseat

and say, "Take them to school!"

You ever heard of Toast-N-Butter?

You ever hear of a comic strip?

Had a guy give me an envelope,

drove it across town,
slid it under a door,

so pretty sure I did a drug deal.

_

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Oh.

Okay, this is good.
This is good. I can, um...

nope, this sucks.

Can we not do that with the...

with the sauce and stuff?

Are you okay?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- What are you doing?
- Eat more chicken.

No, no, no, that's not the way to go.

She's fine! She's fine.

I didn't even do anything.

I didn't even...

Oh.

Okay.

Ah. Let's see here.

All right, where am I going?

435...

Martodd. All right.

All right. Let's go.

- Turn right on Balboa.
- Right.

Then turn left on Arguello.

- Or not.
- What?

This is not the type of
guidance I usually give,

but pull the plug on me.

- On the app.
- Oh, come on.

Seriously, I'm trying to help you here.

What are you waiting for?

Do the right thing

and drop this Driving Miss Daisy shtick.

Well, you know, I would if I could,

but unfortunately, I have
to pay back an advance.

Eat. You know, food?

And then I have to buy OxiClean

so I can remove whatever
stains are in my backseat.

Have you even finished a comic?

How much did you make today?

Hmm?

$61?

$61.

I could've made more than that

in 15 minutes on OnlyFans
eating my Reese's.

Shit, people love watching
me eat my Reese's.

Honestly, you make them look
like they taste so good.

Mm-hmm.

I mean, seriously, guys. What the hell?

People don't survive on $61.

Worldwide?

Man, that shit global
upper-middle class.

Oh, shit.

Somebody's been watching Frontline.

True, true. I be learning.

I'm so screwed.

I'm so screwed.

You know how much this car costs?

If I quit now, I literally lose money.

See, that's because you're
on the hamster wheel.

That's why I only work for myself.

I'll be damned if I get out
there and ride-sharecrop.

You're the one who told me
to do it in the first place.

Yeah, and you fucked it up.

Oh, shit.

Yaphet Kottos are in.

Ayana size.

Good news. Got a job.

I think.

Mm...

Wait.

- Are you FourLeafClovis?
- Mm-hmm.

Did you just hire me
to drive to Milpitas?

Sorry. It's too much traffic, man.
I just... there's no way.

I'm not doing it. I'm not doing it.

Do you talk back to all your customers?

I'm just saying, I just can't...

that's too f... that... no.

Look, why don't you just give blood

or donate sperm?

I mean, that's what I do.

Nope. I can't do needles

and I don't masturbate
in public anymore.

Well, I mean, I can masturbate anywhere.

It's one of my gifts.

Okay.

Because I don't have that
particular set of skills,

I have to go and drive
40 miles through traffic

to pick up shoes for someone

because they don't have
their learner's permit.

Mm-hmm.

See ya.

You better tip me.

Psst.

I'm not tipping him.

How's your day going?

Mm.

Look, I can't draw. I can't sleep.

Every day, I wake up and I stare

at six different apps that I'm working,

trying to see if I'm
gonna come out ahead

at the end of the night or behind.

You know, I'm talking too much.

I'm gonna stop talking right now.

You draw?

Are you an artist?

- A cartoonist, technically.
- Mm.

Toast-N-Butter.

It's a little strip I used to do.

I know Toast-N-Butter.

From the newspaper, right?

- Yeah.
- Wow.

So now I've just been
driving around, you know,

doing this, trying to find inspiration

for my next thing, you know.

I'm throwing a party later.

Some of my friends are in the art world.

Grants and commissions mostly.

I think you'd be a lovely addition.

Oh.

Wow. Thank you.

Uh...

it's... oh, I have to work.

Otherwise, I'd... sure, I'd be...

How about if I paid you?

Hmm.

That's not weird. Is it weird?

I mean, it is good money.

Hold up. So she giving you... you...

$400 to go to a party?

Yeah.

Uh, to do what?

To draw, you know?

Well, according to her,
I'm capturing the essence

of the party.

How do you capture an essence, right?

Isn't, like, the whole
thing about a essence

is that it's inherently,
like, uncapturable?

Yeah, she trying to capture that dick.

- Oh.
- No.

Look, I don't have to drive
for money, you know,

or masturbate into a cup.

I can just draw.

All right, well, make sure
you get paid in cash,

'cause escorts get paid in cash.

Hey.

Come on. You can tell me, man.

It's a sex party, right?

Dude, I've been to some
weird sex parties.

There's this one where these old ladies

used to make me and my homies

- dress up like babies.
- What?

Yeah, that's not the weird part, though.

They would suck our titties.

- Okay.
- Yeah, man.

All right.

Whatever. Judge me.

Excuse me.

Keef.

- Hi!
- Hi.

- You made it.
- Yes.

Oh, hey.

Okay.

Two of 'em.

Welcome.

Uh, so where do you want me to set up?

Well, look at you.
All about the business.

Oh, sorry.

Relax. Meet some people.

- Mm.
- Hang out.

Wow, this is some party
you got going on.

Just a few of my closest friends.

But there are a couple of
art buyers here tonight

who were interested in meeting you.

- Oh, nice.
- Like these two.

Patience. Marigold.

Here is the artist I
was telling you about.

They're very excited to meet you.

I can tell.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- I'm Patience.
- Patience?

That's, uh... that's my favorite virtue.

You are so funny!

Do me. Do me.

Do you? Oh.

Oh. Uh, what's your name?

- Marigold.
- Marigold.

That's my third favorite flower.

I told you he was fabulous.

Let's get you a drink.

Absolutely.

- Excellent.
- Come with me.

I promise I will bring him back.

Yes, come back soon.

Now would you prefer red...

He's probably a musician.

A cartoonist? No way.

He looks articulate.

He's a very funny man.

I heard he knows Kamala.

Why is he dressed like a cat burglar?

You're a cartoonist?

I love The Boondocks.

They should've made Wakanda Land,

not Star Wars Land.

You'll love this. I was just in Uganda.

Parliament or Funkadelic?

I don't think OJ did it.

So what's your opinion on reparations?

Excuse me.

Clovis.

I am the only Black dude at this party.

Man, this is San Francisco.

You always the only Black
person in the party.

Yeah, but it didn't used
to bother me before,

and it's bothering me now.

Nigga, whatever.
Hey, just save me a spot

when the orgy kick off.

Hello? Clovis!

Ayana?

That's crazy. What a coincidence.

Wow!

Hi... uh...

Clovis.

You met me with Keef the other day.

Yes. You were one of the, um...

yeah, I remember.

Ha!

Um... but wow, McClaren's.

Wow, that's crazy.
You know, this my spot.

I'm always in here.

- Really? Weird.
- Yeah.

This is my spot, and I never see you.

Word?

Have you been creeping on my IG page?

- You know what, I could lie.
- Mm-hmm.

- But why do that, right?
- Right.

You know what I did see?

I saw you also, uh, were looking

for those restocked Kottos,

and would you look...

what I have here?

Okay.

This is some fuckboy shit. No thank you.

No, no, no, no, no.
Hey, listen, baby, no.

This ain't no fuckboy shit.

This is me

pursuing a woman that
I'm interested in, right?

Pursuing, stalking.

Women don't wanna be chased.

We wanna be respected.

And I respect you, baby.

I respect you. Come on.

Hey, I Ubered all the way to Milpitas

just to get these Kottos.

That's respect in itself.

If you're ever asking yourself,

"What can I do to get this
woman to sleep with me?"

- Mm-hmm?
- You're already wrong.

If a woman wants to sleep with you,

she'll let you know.

But will she, though?

- Okay, good-bye.
- Okay, wait, wait, wait.

Hey, hey, hey, look, look, look.

All right, all right, all right,
you right, right? My bad.

Look, what I'm saying is, I get it.

You think you got it tough.

But try being a man, though.

I'm just saying.

If we wanna get some,
we gotta chase you.

But then you say you
don't wanna be chased.

Now, what kinda sense that make, baby?

Wow, okay.

Give me the Kottos. I'll Venmo you.

What the fuck just happened?

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Poker face on and I
fear there's trouble ♪

♪ Running out of steam
so my feet get double ♪

♪ I don't get weak so
the boys get subtle ♪

♪ I don't make time for
the hate that's bubble ♪

♪ I don't even gotta explain
what I gotta do to maintain ♪

Hey.

I'd say you have about 30 minutes

till they trap you in the Sunken Place.

Well, it feels like I'm already there.

Do you want a drink?

Um...

cool.

Thanks.

Why do people keep
bringing up The Boondocks?

Uh, well, I'm a cartoonist. Thank you.

Um, a cartoonist who is Black.

- Mm-hmm.
- So there you go.

And you would think they would
know other Black comic strips,

but apparently not.

Well, to be fair, I don't
know any comic strips,

Black or otherwise.

Oh. So you're color-blind?

No, I just don't see cartoonists.

Mm.

So why are you here, really?

Well, I was paid to be here.

- Hmm?
- Yeah.

Apparently, I'm the cool Black dude

hired to give this party
some street cred.

You're the cool Black guy?

The cool and the only here.

Yes.

What about you? What are you doing here?

Well, I'm bringing my own cred.

I'm an artist, so I'm just here
to do, like, artist things.

Mm. Yeah, how artsy.

I'm Adrienne.

Adrienne.

- I'm Keef.
- Why do people keep doing that?

The... from Rocky.

Italian Stallion?

- The prequel to Creed?
- Oh, I love Creed.

Oh.

- There we go.
- Keef!

Oh, shit.

This woman has been following
me around the whole party.

Is everything okay?
You need to be saved?

Well, she keeps wanting to touch my hair

- and, like, grab my...
- Keef!

Chocolate bear!

♪ Coming from my chest
and my go-go wine ♪

♪ Coming from my chest
and my go-go wine ♪

♪ Coming from my chest
and my go-go wine ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

Jesus.

Hey, you know how much Ayana
paid me for them Kottos?

59.99.

Dude, what the fuck I
look like, Foot Locker?

I told you she wasn't gonna fall

for that sinister sneaker game.

No, you didn't...

And what the fuck are
you doing right now?

Can you get the door please?

No, I'm going through something.

Come on, dude. I'm Zen as fuck!

You ain't even doing nothing.
You laying down.

I'm not getting the fucking door.

God damn it.

Thanks.

Yeah, yeah. I'm coming.

Hey... oh.

So, Mr. Luddite,

as per our previous conversation,

I've been SurveyMonkeying
the other tenants,

and I've come across an
interesting bit of data.

Are you aware that I pay
considerably higher rent

than everyone else in this building?

Yeah. I know.

Mrs. Chang doesn't like you.

She doesn't like your
kind. Neither do I.

You want me to apologize for
being born on third base?

I'm not gonna do that.
That's just the way it is.

What I am going to do,
though, is call my lawyer

and sue Mrs. Chang and yourself.

Or you can avoid all of this

and just let me pay my
rent with a fucking app.

Fine.

Nice.

Ooh, gotta get those steps.

- Nice seeing you.
- I bet.

Piece of shit.

Ooh, you have got to forgive me.

I am a literally a starving artist,

both for food and also for inspiration.

- For inspiration?
- Mm-hmm.

I always found that the best inspiration

was when my back was against the wall

and I was willing to do
literally anything for money,

like accept an invitation
from some crazy white woman

to be the cool Black guy
at her bougie party.

Well, it's only slightly more demeaning

than driving people around for a living.

But I bet it pays better.

Oh, anybody can drive a car.

But can anybody do what I
am doing here right now?

I sense a business opportunity.

Ooh. Black People for Rent.

This has been fun.
I will see you around.

Okay.

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