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-You know what, bitch?

You fucked with the wrong one.

I'm gonna kill you.

in front of your little boyfriend,

and then I'm gonna kill him.

-Oh, my God, Celess, this better be important.

-Tina, I had that dream again.

-I told you to stop falling asleep to The First 48.

Shit, maybe you're right.

-I know I'm right.

And besides, death and dreams just means new beginnings.

And speaking of which,

tonight's New Year's Eve party is gonna be so fucking lit,

and it's your birthday, Bitch.

-To be honest, I'm not even in the mood.

I really just want to sit on the couch,

and sip champagne with the love of my life,
and watch the ball drop.

Okay, for one, you're on the phone
with the only motherfucker

that got real love for your ass.

And two, the only couch we're going be on is in VIP.

And three, fairy tale endings don't happen
for girls like us, okay?

So I'm gonna need you to get up, go in the closet,

pop the tags on one of them badass dresses,
and get snatched, bitch.

It's hunting season.

-Ooh, he's cute as fuck.

-That number on his chain even cuter.

What you think? Football or basketball?

-Shit, I don't even know. But either one will work.
Shoot your shot, sis.

-Uh-uh, not with all them thotties in his face.

I'll wait till he go to the bathroom or something.

-Can I get you all, anything else?

-Actually...

-What did you just do, bitch?

-Send them a bottle of Ace,

and we'll be the only girls they see for the rest of the night.

-Come again, a bottle of Ace?
-Yeah.

-Ain't that's a $1000 bottle.

-No, that's $1000 investment
that I guarantee we'll see a return on.

It was Tina who put me up on game.

She taught me everything.

From how to scout the players,

to how to score.

-Voila.
-Thots, be gone.

-Cheers.
-Bitch.

-Hi, who we owe for this gift?

-Put your money away, don't insult us like that.

-Is that right? What's your name?

-Tina.
-Tina, I'm Khalil.

This my brother, James.

-James Allen.

The pleasure is all mine.

-Celess.

It's nice to meet you.

# I'm on my shit
Get off my dick

# I'm on my shit

# Get off my dick
Trick or treat

# Sweet, sweet
A freak in the sheets

# Quit playing with me

# I don't got time for games, no
One hunnit degrees

# I turn it up

# I'm too pretty
I'm too rich for the banging

# But I do know some real ones

# That'll make you tuck your chain in

# Oh, my God!
Thank you, Jesus.

# Whaddup famous
You a genius

# I don't sing like Christina,

# but I shake it like Miss Tina

# Call me Turner

# How I turn up
Bitch, I'm lit

# Like the furnace

# Why you bitches always worried

# Who I'm fucking
What I'm earning

# Last time I checked

# I'm worth a millie-o

# It's some pretty little hoes
in my peripheral

# Dipping thru my city ho
I run my fucking city ho

# Margielas on my tippy toes

# I'm shining diamonds
like a Christmas show

# Come from Tiffany and Co

# Ship em to Sydney coast

# Like a deli I got dope

# Got these bitches looking broke

# If it ain't bout no money
Shut up hoe

# All the millies
Got me feeling stuck up hoe

# They can never treat me
Like I'm broke.

# All I know is
How to get this dough

# I'm on my shit
Get off my dick

# I'm on my shit

# Get off my dick

# Yea yea yea
Walk it like I talk it

# Pulling off in that red spyda

# Skeert that's that Peter Parker

For the year to have started off so right,

I should have known shit was bound to go left.

This would be the year that changed my life,

and I don't exactly mean for the better.

Atlanta was one of those cities
that people could come to

and completely reinvent themselves.

A society of people with ugly pasts
and hopes for prettier futures.

I happen to be a part of that society.

But, we'll get to that later.

The most important thing for me and my girl, Tina,
was survival.

 And there was only one way we saw fit to achieve that,

capping up men, very successful men.

O was my hustler from East Atlanta.

He wasn't the settle down type

because he was already married

to the street,

but he spoiled the fuck out of me.

Then there was Tariq.

He was my real estate investor from the Carolinas.

He wasn't anything like O.

He had all the book smarts in the world,
but he lacked in street smarts,

so I was able to get into his pockets
without him getting into my pants.

Now, James...

James was my baller from Georgia State,

except he didn't have any money, yet.

He was on his way to the NBA draft
in a couple of months,

so that was gonna change.

And when that happened,

his brother Khalil was going to take his illegal funds

and turn them into a legitimate business.

So that way, when those basketball checks clear,

we could all be eating in peace.

It was a full time job juggling them all.

Like Tina would say,
you don't work, you don't eat.

-But he's all wrinkly and going bald.

-Okay? And so is Benjamin Franklin.
You got mad love for his ass.

So be nice.

And we worked them all.

-You like?
-I'll take all of them.

Thank you.

-Damn, you're sexy.

-Excuse me? I'm a huge fan of your fights, champ.
Can I get a picture?

-All day.

Hey, baby. Handle that.

Let's get it.

Come, let me take it
-Okay.

Here, baby. I'll take a better one for you. Let's see.

We were everything to everybody,

showing genuine interest
in whatever it was that they did.

See, the key to it was to make everyone feel like

he was the only one.

-That *** ain't get drafted to the NBA. That's bullshit.

-Bruce Jenner was drafted to the NBA, bro.
I'm trying to tell you.

Look that shit up.

-He didn't get drafted to the league,

but he did get drafted to the other team.

-Hey, real talk?

I can't stand motherfuckers with all that pretending shit.

Be on the DL. Be straight ***, dressing like bitches.

-That shit foul boy.

-Yo, check this out. Back in Philly where I'm from,

there was these trannies that used to dress like bitches.

Skirts, dresses, makeup, nice ass, perky ass titties, all that.

And no homo, them bitches was bad as fuck.

But they was messing with straight dudes.

-And you tellin' me the *** didn't know they was ***?

-Fuck no, them bitches was bad, bro.

-Fuck out of here, man.

Yo, listen, shit got crazy one time.

One of these *** found out,
they was looking for one of these bitches,

trying to take their head off, trying to kill 'em.

Bitches got scared, they moved to the A.

-Yeah?

-See a *** like you, easy target.

First round draft pick, millions of dollars.

Man, you're a quick come up, my G.

-Wow, that's crazy.

-You know their names?

-Think one of them bitches name was Tina and...

-... Ce-- motherfucking --less.

-Say it ain't so, Celess.

-A man?

James, that's the most bogus shit I ever heard.

Matter of fact, where's the *** that said this shit,

so I can tell him to keep my name
outta his fucking mouth,

because that shit's insane.

-I thought the same thing at first.

Like, nah, couldn't be.
-You damn right, it can't be.

A man, are you serious, James?

You know I ain't no fucking man.
And you know this shit first hand.

- Then I started thinking

You don't never want to fuck in the light.

You always make me hit it from the back.

What the fuck am I putting it in, Celess, your ass?

-Seriously?

And you ain't never not once asked me to eat your pussy.

-My pussy?

If I can remember correctly,
it was you who said you don't eat pussy.

-I tell every female that. Didn't stop them from askin' me to make an exception.

-I'm not every female.

-Are you even a fucking female?

Come here.

What do you have to hide? If you're not a man, prove it.

It's that fucking simple.

-James, you know me.

-Miss me with that, James, you know me, crap.

Open this motherfucking door.

Prove to me you're not a man.

-James, you're scaring me.

-On everything, Celess. You got three seconds
to open this goddamned door.

-I just know if I would have told you the truth,

you would have never dealt with me.

-Are you fucking crazy?

Hell no I wouldn't have dealt with you.

You're a motherfucking man.
James, please.

-I'm not gay.

Please.

-There's two things keeping me from breaking
your motherfucking neck right now.

And I promise you, this door ain't one of them.

The fact, too many people seen me
come into this hotel room with you.

And the fact I get drafted tomorrow,
and I don't need a fucking murder case.

But I promise you this, Celess,
if you call my motherfucking phone,

if I'm out and you see me,

bitch, if you even look in my motherfucking direction,

I will kill you right there on the fucking spot.
Do you hear me?

You selfish bitch.

So, that was my secret.

My name wasn't always Celess.

-We heard you got one. Show us that jawn
-Boy you bugging.

Whoever told you that, lied to you.

-Bitch you're tripping, you faggot.
-Get your fucking hands off me!

-Yo, what's going on?
-Hey, mind your own business, yo.

-She is my business.

Do you like seeing?
-What?

-***, do you enjoy your ability to see?

Because if this shit gets anywhere near your face,

it'll hurt so bad, you'll try to pull your own eyes out.

-Weirdo ass ***.

-Tina, you okay?
-I am now, thanks to you.

-What was that about?
-They were trying to get me to show them my dick.

-You say the craziest shit, yo.
-I'm serious.

Wait. You ain't know?
-Know what?

-My secret.

-Are you for real right now?

-So now that you know my secret, tell me yours.

-Tell you my what? Shit. I'm still stuck on the fact

that you have a-- you're a --
-Yes, all of that.

Now just spit it out.

Tina, I don't know what you're talking about.

-Just say it.
I promise it will make you feel so much better.

-I have no secrets, bitch.
-You're gay, Charles.

-Why you say that?

-You carry mace, my ***, not a gun.

I bet you that's Lady Gaga you're listening to.
-What?

Uh, I'm not g--
-Listen to me.

Be true to yourself, whoever don't like that,
fuck them with both of our dicks.

-Don't worry, friend.
In no time at all, you'll forget all about James.

-Forget about James?
I'm more worried about James forgetting about me.

He seemed real upset. You think he told Khalil yet?

-Oh, no. And I don't think he will.

-No, I think he definitely told him.

-Girl, I don't know.

No straight *** want people to know he fucked a man,

whether he knew or not.
That's some shit you take to the grave.

Besides, Khalil ass is in jail, girl.

While you was in New York with James,
I got a call from motherfucking jail.

I guess the DA found out
how he made that quarter millie

for the hookah lounge buildout.

-You're lying.
-Mm-mm.

-Damn. Now I feel extra bad.

The two people James wanted to share
this moment with the most,

me and Khalil,

we ain't even in the picture anymore.

Just like that.

Damn, that's crazy.

-Bottom line,
James is about to be in another state,

playing in the league,

and Khalil ass is doing time, time.

They're gonna fall out of touch real soon.

We ain't got nothing to worry about.

-The last time I felt this bad...

it was when I first came out to my mom.

Charles, what have I told you
about leaving my refrigerator door open?

-Hey, Mom. You know my friend Tina?

What about Tina?
-She's not really a girl, Mom.

-Charles, I wish I had time to play games
with you today,

but I gotta get your dinner ready
before I do my second shift.

-Mom, Tina is a boy, but she identifies as a girl, and...

I think I want to do that, too.

-Okay. Gone and yell psych so I can get the hell on.
-I'm not kidding, Mom.

I want to start living my life as a girl.

-So you're calling me a liar?

I spent so many nights defending you,

telling your father
that you was just going through a phase.

I lost my husband because of you.

And now you're gonna tell me that I was wrong,

that I made a mistake,

that God made a mistake?

-So Dad left because of me?

-Listen to me, son.

God made you a boy.

And he meant for you to grow up
and become a man

and marry a woman.

And as long as you are living underneath my roof

and wearing the clothes that I bought with my pay check,

that's exactly what you're gonna do.

Do you hear me?

Like I was saying, we belong to a society,

a secret society,

of girls trapped inside boys bodies.

It's a curse, a prison without bars, a false reality,

where the only thing real,

was the danger.

-Boy, you cannot roll upon me like that.

What the fuck are you doing?

When did you even get in town? You didn't call a ***

-Tina, relax, all right? You good.
-Weird ass.

-How about you just open the door,

invite me in, offer a *** a drink or something,

then hit me with all the questions?

Because I got a few I need answers for myself.

-You weird.

Now tell me why you're really here,

because you don't never just pop up on me.

-

-Steal from me ever again, bitch.

-Hello?
I'm downstairs, baby.

Shit, Tariq, I got a crazy headache right now.

Give me a minute to get myself together, okay?

Your food is getting cold. Come on.
-Okay, baby.

-Hi. Yes, I have a guest in the lobby waiting for me.

You can let him up.

Thank you.

-Hey baby, you trying to tell me something
with the tampons on your counter?

-Oh, my bad, babe. I forgot to put them away.

-It's on again, huh?

-Every month, like a rent payment.

-Speaking of rent. Mm, come here.

How many more months I gotta pay before I get my key?

Hey, the down payment should count for something.

-The down payment was your gift to me.

The year's worth of rent is you earning the key.

-Really?
-That was the deal.

Come on, let's bless this food and be thankful.

-All right, let's bless this food. I'm hungry.

Thank you for this food.
-

Amen. Okay.



-Tina, who did this to you?
Tina. Talk to me.

-Who hurt you like this?
-Shit.

Chris found out I was ripping his cheap ass off.

-For a minute, I thought you was going to say
he found out you had--

-Oh, no, bitch, I would be dead. You hear me?

-No, don't put that thought in my damn head.

I thought you promised me you was gonna stop
stealing from that man,

'specially after he coughed up that damn abortion money.

-Bitch, I had my fingers crossed tighter than my pussy hole

when I made that promise.

-Tina.
-Besides, it's not even like I stole from the ***.

I just used his card a couple of times. Oh, petty ass ***.

-How did we get here?
-Bitch, I live here.

And I'm assuming you drove,
or did your lazy ass take a Uber?

-I don't mean get here like, get here, literally.

I mean, like, just yesterday,
I had the number one draft pick in my pocket,

and you had the middleweight champion in yours.

Now today, that shit is all gone

and in the worst way.

-You know what all this is telling me, sis?

-What? That karma's a bitch?

-No, fuck karma. She ain't a bigger bitch than me.

It's telling me it's time to switch up the play
-How so?

Remember white boy Derek?

Yeah. White boy Derek
and his even whiter brother, Terry.

-He's been trying to get me to come out LA
for a while now.

I say we go. Rob us a Kardashian or something.

-All right, I'm with it.
-I love you, sis.

-Love you too, Tina.

See, to really understand Tina's mindset,

you gotta understand where she got that shit from.

-Troy.

Troy. 

You ain't gonna keep ignoring me in my house.

Man, it'll be quick. Just do it for three minutes.

-Gary, you're my mom's boyfriend.

No.

-But you did it to the boyfriend before me.

-He raped me, you sick fuck.

-See, I ain't gonna rape you.

I'm gonna give you something in return.

Give me something,

I'm gonna give you something.

Hm? It's called a fair exchange.

See, I let you and your mom stay in my house

because I like both of y'all.

Anything you ask me for, I give it to you, right?

Buy you clothes, food, I even give you money.

I'm askin' you for one little funky thing.

You're gonna call me out my name.

I know you want this money.

They say what you become as an adult

was nurtured as a child...

 good or bad.

You told me yourself, the boy is gay.

But he's a child, he's my child.

What? What? What, you think you're doing?

I'm calling the police. That's what the hell I'm doing.

You trying to send me back to prison?

-

Ever since then, Troy, now Tina,

has been on her own.

And every day it's been either one
of two things for her,

sink...

... or swim.

-So is this the strip?

-Yeah, this is Sunset Boulevard.

Going up there is the Hollywood Boulevard sign. Beautiful.

-They had that store you like.
-Yeah.

-Well, enough about that, we have a plane to catch.

-We just landed here.

-Derek and I have some business to tend to in Mexico.

-Mexico?
-Mexico.

-Oh, shit. Mexico.
-Mexico.

-I mean, we are a long ways from home,
and I ain't talking sky miles.

I mean, look how far we came, sis. Sis?

It is a leave him on read type of week, honey.

Lo siento

-I love your car.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-Well, we're here.

The bedrooms are upstairs, so enjoy yourselves.

Terry and I have a meeting,

and we'll be back in a few hours to have dinner.

-Thanks, babe.
-Thank you.

-See you in a minute.
-We'll see you.

-Bye.

-So they want us to talk about
three of the other proposals that they had.

I think it'll be okay...

-Bitch!
-Bitch.

-Give me my phone right now.

-You ain't getting no phone.
-Stop playin'.

# Who be that bitch right there dipped in Gucci

# Havin' **** starin' and make his bitch get noosey

# And I start airin' if you interfere my loose leaf

# Get goofy, three clips, this not a movie

# Let a real **** keep the La Perla on my coochie

#No cooties, crib poppin' with different hoochies

# 10 doobies, 10 bitches in the Jacuzzi

#Bunch of groupies, Netflix & Chill, moody

#That's fly shit, gotta keep a couple different options

#In the Saks Fifth, Nieman Marcus when I'm shoppin'

# Dripping so much they waiting for me to drop it

# Streets watchin', give 'em somethin' that they can vibe with

# Give these hoes somethin' they can gossip

# Give 'em somethin' fresh up out the closet

# When these bitches see you, make 'em vomit

# On top, keep bitches in all pockets

# Yeah, it's been a long time since a chick like me

# Came in the game, spittin' shit like me

# They know my name, ain't no bitch like me

# They know who I be, ain't no playin' with me,
ain't no playin' with me

# Yeah, it's been a long time since a chick like me

# Came in the game, spittin' shit like me

# Came in the game, spittin' shit like me...

# I'm that young bitch with that Chanel swag

# I set my feature price higher than a Chanel tag...

-Bitch, this is a boat.
-No, this is a house on water.

-No, no, no, Look, look, look.
Come here, come here, look.

This motherfucker can move.

-Oh, shit. I think you're right.

-Oh, my God, this is dope. Wow, I could get used to this.

-Uh huh.

-And my mama said no good would come to me
if I lived life as a girl.

-Lies. I learned a long time ago,

you get way more with a pussy than with a dick,

and that's on a period.

Cheers to that.
-Shit.

# Honey, the most tears I have

# Are welling up inside

# Can make her feel like wow

# This ain't a time to try

# So I convinced my self

# Put you on a shelf

# Hoping that this would fade away

# You stay stuck in my mind

# Even though I ran away from you

# Oh and I tried...

# I sit around and wonder sometime

# What it would be like if we crossed that line

# No, it ain't wrong.

# No, it ain't a crime

# That you send chills right through my spine

# I don't wan't....

# You stay stuck in my mind

# Even through I ran away from you

# Each time that I tried...

# It only pushes me to face the truth

# I love you

# Stuck in my mind

# You're stuck in my mind... 

-You're truly incredible, you know that?

-Mm. No, not as incredible as you, baby.

-No, seriously.

Sometimes you break something inside of yourself
and you, you can never fix it.

Then you meet someone,
and they put the pieces together

you thought were missing.

I can be myself around you in private

and avoid being judged in public.

You're so special to me.

Are you happy?

-If you're happy, I'm even happier, Mr. Derek Rossi.
-I am so happy.

Celess, I know what's there.

I'm sure Tina has told you what my brother and I are into.

-So, I heard you blew Terri's back out last night.

-Bitch, hush before somebody hear your ass.

Don't you ever repeat no shit like that again, either.

-Excuse me.

Your breath smells like shit.

See, he don't even understand English.

So, like I was saying,

I heard you packing down there.

-Fuck you, Tina.

-Anytime, bitch. Anytime



-You guys love cigars.
-Thank you.

-Derek, Terry. It's been a long time, man. Si.

Yeah. I hope you're enjoying the house, no?

-It's wonderful, Jose. Thank you, brother.
-That's it.

-You're certainly the man of the hour.
- Gracias.

-I'd like you to meet our beautiful ladies, Celess and Tina,

-Tina.
-Pleasure to meet you.

-Celess.

Beautiful is an understatement, mi amigos.
-Thank you.

-And to think all this time I thought the two of you were fags.

-This guy's a billionaire and still chooses to do stand up.
Unbelievable.

Please excuse myself.

-Sure.
-I need to tend to other clients.

If you have any questions, please feel free.

-Gracias hermano.

-Paul Rodriguez, watch out.

-This is gorgeous. Shall we proceed to the outside?
-We should.

-Wow. These views never get old.
- Nice, isn't it?

-Yes.
-Oh, yeah.

-Terry, this is remarkable.
-Beautiful, beautiful.

-It's a beautiful view.

And if you get tired of it,
you can just pull her around and change it.

-Oh, so you was right, sis, it is a boat.

-Right is an understatement, mi amigo,

-Some people call it a houseboat for the affluent,
others, a floating mansion,

but it's one of a kind, for sure.

-For now, Derek. It's one of a kind for now.

-Yes. So what's happening is that Terry and I

have been asked by Jose to create more of these vessels.

-Wow. Impressive.

-Nice.

-Yes. Jose, who owns this--

-This boat or this, excuse me, this floating mansion.

-No, he owns this city, honey.

-Why, of course he owns the city.
I mean, God, this guy's rich.

-Jose's wife doesn't want for anything.

-I can only imagine.
-You don't have to imagine.

This is the kind of life I want for you.

-Okay?
-Okay.

-I know we've known each other
just for a short period of time,

but you're my dream come true.

When you wake up tomorrow,

I want you to know I'm going to be by your side,
holding your hand.

I love you for who you are, and the way I am with you.

I want to share the precious time of life with you, always.

-What you doing?

-Tina Marie Price--
-What are you doing?

-Will you be my wife?
-Yes. Yes. Yes.

My God.

-Oh, my God. It's so beautiful. Yes. Yes, Derek Antonio Rossi.

I'll be your wife forever. I got you.

Oh, my God.

-Are you crazy?

You only 22 years old, and you barely know that damn man.

And besides, ain't you always the one

that said fairy tales like this don't exist for girls like us?

-Shh, lower your voice.

-I thought they couldn't understand
what we were saying.

-That's the butler, smart ass.

-Seriously, though, all I know is if you marry that man,

you're gonna have a long distance marriage

because I know you ain't about to move your ass to LA

and leave me in Atlanta to fend for myself.

-Look, first of all, calm down, sis.

And second of all, remember when I said
it was time to switch up the play?

Well, this is what I was talking about.

I mean, when are we ever gonna catch this big again,

with people who know what's up with us?

-We? You saying we like you booked me a flight to France.

-God.

Me marrying Derek puts you in automatic position
with Terry, don't you see that?

-Position where? I don't like that damn position.

I damn sure don't want to be in it

because that involves me bending that *** over

when I should be the one with my face down
and my ass up, not him.

-You are so picky, it is pathetic.

-Well, ain't that the thot calling the kettle black?

-Listen, I am sick and tired of nickel and diming these ***

with their unpredictable asses.

One minute they blowing a bag on you at Phipps,

and the next minute they calling for you
to put money on their books.

Now it's time to put down the shovel,
honey, and pick up the silver spoon.

I gotta admit, Tina was goals.

I mean, anything to not have to return
to the struggle from which we came.

-Now, listen, remember when I pull off,
take a picture of his license plate,

and if I'm going more than 30 minutes,
bitch, you already know what to do.

-Wait, remind me why we're doing this shit again.

-Um, so we don't be homeless, so we don't be hungry.

-Okay, so why I can't just get a job.

-You try putting Charles on the application

and showing up as Celess and see how far that gets you.

Now, remember what I said,

and stay here so I can take your picture.

Hey, handsome.
Hey, what's up?



-Damn, so that's what it takes to get a call back from you.

A *** had to repot the whip.

-So it was you who took my car and not some petty car thief?

-Damn right it was me.

I ain't heard from you,
so I had to check the tracker on the whip.

Like damn shorty go out of town,
you can't even tell a *** bye.

-My bad. Oh, Tina popped up with a girl's trip

and she bought the ticket and paid for everything.

So there's no way I could have turned that down.

And as soon as we landed,
she took my phone from me.

-Well, I'm already at your crib, baby.

-All right, I'm leaving the airport now.

-All right, well, I'll pull up on you,
and you can make it up to me later.

-All right, Give me about an hour. I'll be there.

Uh, what's up baby?

Damn, that's the kind of hug I get after all this time?

-You just smell like weed and it's strong as hell, that's it.

-What's up with you, man?
-Nothing.

Between that flight and the time change,
it just got me jet lagged.

Yeah, but why you fronting?

What, you got another *** or something?

Who you went on that trip with, for real?

O, chill. You're talking out your ass and you high as fuck.

You want some water or something?
-Nah,

But I do want you to wet this dick, though.
-My period on

Oh, really?

Then how come I don't see the blood plugs on the bathroom sink, then?

-A bitch can't clean up?

So this what we're doing now?

You disappear on me for a week,
then pretend like you got a period.

You know, stop playing with me.

Hold on, babe.

Now, don't be scared. I been knew what it was.

It's cool, though, I'm with it.

-Oh, my fucking God, bitch! You are lying.
-Titty swear, bitch.

-You know, it never crossed my mind that O was trade.

Okay, so give me all the details.

What happened afterwards?

Did he stay or did he skate up out of there in shame?

-No, bitch, he stayed. We watched a whole movie.

We had Uber eats bring us some shrimp and grits

and you know a bitch love shrimp and grits.

And then we spoke about being exclusive.

He would have spent the night,
but he had some business to tend to.

-Oh, bitch, won't he do it?

I can hear Deon Cole in my head.

You giving God the wrong glory.

-But, like, look at us and look at the timing.

We both have men who know and accept us
for who the fuck we really are.

And they take good care of us.

Now, that is a blessing.

-Facts, especially since I ain't got you
to run the streets with anymore.

And besides, if I had to pick any *** to be with,
it would definitely be O,

he's fine as fuck. He's 100% my type.

He puts the D on me like nobody else.

And he ain't stingy with them racks.

-From hoes to housewives.
No more pussy stuntin' in the club.

No more riskin' our lives getting close to these ***

And no more fucking begging

because these *** getting cheaper by the dozen, honey,

I know, but it just seems so surreal.

Like, if somebody would have told me a month ago

that me and you would be in this place right now,

like, I would have told him they cappin

-Exactly. right. Like today I was looking at wedding invitations.

Me, Tina, true player, for real. Fuck a fuck boy for real.

While we're on the subject, is O your plus one?

-I don't know. He is my man now.

Oh, I'm so hyped. Oh, my God.

Okay, look out for your wedding invitation in the mail.

I gotta go because Derek booked us dinner reservations
at Mr. Chows,

and I'm trying to prove to him
that not all black people are always late.

-All right, bitch, be safe.

-I love you.
- I love you, too, hoe.

For the first time in a long time,
things felt really good.

Almost too good.

Well, when things felt too good to be true,
they usually fucking were.

-Hey, yo, let's make this shit quick, all right?
-All right. Say less.

Yo, wassup? You reached the voice message of O.

At the tone, please leave me a detailed message.

-O, it's me again.

Look, I don't know what kind of games you playing,

or if this is supposed to be pay back

for that week I went without calling you,

but I'm gonna need to hear back from you

before I confirm you for Tina's wedding.

I don't want her paying for no flight
and you ain't going. Call me back.

Yo, wassup? You reached the voice message of O.

 At the tone, please leave me a detailed message. 

-Yo, this is getting real corny.

Just FYI, if you don't hit me back by tomorrow.

I'm just gonna take it that you ain't coming.

-Tariq, what the fuck?
- Well, hello to you, too.

I didn't mean to scare you.

Been worried sick about you

-Worried for what? And how the fuck did you get up here?

What do you mean, worried for what?

Last time I saw you ran out here
because somebody beat up on Tina.

Then I don't hear from you for a week.
I didn't know what to think.

-So you break into my fucking house?

-Relax, all right?

I went to the management office,
I asked them to give me access.

I'm a co signer, so they gave me a key.

-Okay, well, now you see all is well.

Put the key on the bed and go on about your day.

-What did you say to me?

-Tariq, get out of my house.
-Are you on something?

Why are you talking to me like this?

-Don't take another step closer
unless it's out that goddamn door

-Celess, it's me. Why you acting like I'm an intruder,
like some stranger.

Now, either you come out of that tub,

and come and talk like you got some sense,
or I'm jumping in there with you.

You're not gonna be disrespecting me like this.

-Tariq, I got HIV.

That's why I was avoiding you all this time.

And that's why I want you gone for your own good.

All right, I hear you.

There's no way I know how you feel,
or what you're going through right now,

but I know I deserved to be told better than this.

-Here comes the bride.
She better not be dressed in white.

-My bitch flew all the way to LA just for me.
Makeup alert.

And you is flawless, too, bitch.

-You looking beat yourself.

Yes.

Um, where's your plus one?

Because I expected to see him in a suit, not you.

-Is that supposed to be shade?

I don't know. I just wanted to try something different,
you know?

How would it look walking your ass down the aisle
if we both got gowns on.

They would have looked at us like who wore it better.

And besides, I am killing this damn suit.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

You know I was playing because you look bomb.
Yes.

-Oh, there you are.

-Babe what are you doing? You're not supposed to see me yet.

-Oh, then I'm not looking.

-You're lucky I'm not in my dress yet.
-Well, then I am looking.

Boy, get out of here.

-Celess, you have a minute?
-Sure.

-Terry told me he saw you come in.
You look great.

-Thank you. Derek,

-I know you weren't happy at the proposal,

so thank you for giving us your blessing.

And thank you for walking Tina down the aisle.

It means a lot to us.
-I appreciate that, Derek.

Tina means the world to me, and so does her happiness.

And you honestly do make her happy, so thank you.

Well, with that being said, ladies, I'll let you get to it.

The guests are arriving.

-Bitch, I still can't believe your ass is getting married.

-Bitch, you are next.

Okay, speaking of which,
so what's really going on with O,

because Derek told me you only asked for one plane ticket?

-I don't know. That *** ghosting me.

-Wait, what? But I thought--

Are you sure he was really down with that?

Because you know how *** get
when they high and horny.

-That's the same thing I asked myself.

But he was sober by the time he left,
and everything still seemed cool.

-Are you sure he's all right?
Did you call the hospitals or the jails?

-He's fine. He's just acting like a dick.

He probably still tight from that week
that we took in Mexico,

when I ain't answer his calls.

Probably trying to just give me a dose of my own medicine.

-Well, that's whack. First James, now O.

And what's up with Tariq? Is he still trying to get a key?

-Tariq? Bitch, I had to use excuse number three on his ass.

-Bitch, you told him you're HIV positive?

Yeah, you told me to use that excuse for emergencies,
and that was an emergency.

That man walked in my bathroom
when I was ass naked in the damn tub.

That was the only excuse I could used to get his ass
up out of there.

-Oh, shit, you're right. That is an emergency. Damn.

But enough of the exes and the O's.

Bitch, it's yo day, sis.
Now let's get you in this amazing ass gown.

Yes, bitch, so I can hand you over
to your Prince Charming.

-Help me! Help me. 
-Oh, or should I say King Charming?

Because we both know that ***
is too old to be a goddamn prince.

- You always with the shade.

My head was no longer at Tina's wedding.

It was back in Atlanta, wondering if O was okay.

-Hi, yes. I'm calling because I wanted to see

if an Omar Robinson has been admitted in the hospital.

I was told to call all the hospitals in the area.

We don't have an Omar Robinson here,

and I hate to tell you this,
but if he's been missing a while,

you may want to check the morgue.

-Don't tell me you had that dream again.

-I wish it was a dream, Tina. O's dead.

O's death hit different.

It dug up a familiar pain from a moment in my life

I've been trying to bury since the day it happened,

Three years, hormone pills, laser treatments,
and two boob jobs later,

I decided to make amends with my mom
or, at the very least,

say goodbye to her before I followed Tina to Atlanta.

-Can I help you?
-Hi.

-Honey, I'm not interested in anything you're selling.

It's my day off. Have a blessed day.

Once I realized that my own mom couldn't accept me,

I made my mind up that no one would.

So it was eat or be eaten,
and then O changed all of that.

-I'm so sorry, friend.

Tina was a real one. Period.

She put her honeymoon on hold to come see about me.

-I just want to know why God is torturing me.

It's bad enough that I have to go through life
in a body that I don't belong in,

in a world that makes me feel like I don't belong in it.

But right when he sends me somebody
who makes me feel like I belong,

he takes him away.

And tragically, at that.

Like why, God? Why me?

What the fuck did I do to deserve this shit?
-All right, enough.

Because the same God you questioning right now, sis,

is the same God you thank for everything the fuck else.

You live a good life.

So please don't even start going down that rabbit hole.

Look at me.

The slightest touch of depression
could be very dangerous for girls like us.

Trust me, okay?

I'm gonna need you to get up out this bed,
go in the shower, clean up,

put on some clean pajamas, and hurry up because Claudia is on her way.

-Claudia, your cleaning lady?

-Yes. I called her a soon as I got off the plane. Come on.

Sis, you didn't have to do that.
-Bitch, look around.

Come on. Time is money.

Come on. She's on the way.
-Tina.

Tina was right. I did have God to thank.

Especially for a friend like her.

-You're gonna be all right.

She may have had a cold heart,
but it was pure gold.

-Sis, what you're trying to eat?

-I don't even have an appetite

-Uh-uh, for the sake of all the hard work

you put into this banging body, you need to eat.

And plus, you losing a little jiggle back here.

-Really?
-For real, for real.

-All right. Well just order me
whatever it is you're ordering yourself

-I knew I'll make your ass eat.

No pun intended.

Hi. Yes, I'd like to place a to go order.

Yes, I'd like to have two Salmon Kabob dinners,
swap the salad for French fries.

-Kabob Land?
-Yes. Keep the rice.

-Get some extra sauce.

-Yes. And can we please have extra sauce in the bag?

10 -15 minutes. Okay, thank you.

That's one thing I miss about Atlanta,
I love my little food spots.

So now I got you fed, let's get you back eating, okay?

You said your car note and your rent is due next week?

-Tina, I just can't believe he's gone,

and how they did him. It's just so fucked up.

-Look, I hate to say this, sis, but that is just the game.

There are no winners or losers in this, okay? Look at me.

There's only corpses and inmates,

so stop moping.

It's not good for your skin,

and that's your money maker.

Let me see what horse we're gonna bet on today.

Tina lit a fire under my ass.

I had to stop feeling sorry for myself
and get back to business.

Because the first of the month was around the corner,

And ever since my mom forced me to leave her home when I was 15,

I vowed to never be homeless again.

Make sure you call me.

In the matter of a week,
I saw a major increase in two things.

My cash app

and my blood alcohol level.

-Are you okay?

-I'm good. Thank you.
-You don't look good.

-***, you must need glasses.
-No, no, no. That's not what I meant.

You look good. You definitely look good.

I was meaning-- Oh, okay. I can't let you drive like this.

Where you headed?
I can call you an Uber.

-I'm going home. And I'm not gonna tell you where I live.

You could be a killer or something.

-I don't want to hurt you.
And I don't want you to hurt yourself

and--
-

--and that can happen if I let you drive
in the state that you're in.

-Okay, fine.

If I tell you, I'm gonna get myself an Uber,

would that make you leave me the hell alone?

-Sure.
-

-Okay. Come on. Come on.

-Wait.

Oh, fuck.

What the hell?

-How many times do I have to tell you,
I'm not gonna hurt you.

The only thing being cut with this are apples and oranges.

Hope you like omelets.

-I'm sorry. I'm just confused right now,

but where the hell am I?

-You're at my house.

-And you are.

-You don't remember anything from last night?

I'm Michael

-Celess.
-Celess.

-Somebody dropped you off at your car,
but you were in no position to drive.

I was gonna wait with you

while you called an Uber, but you passed out.

-Tell me this isn't your room.
- No, it's my son's room.

He's with his mom. it's her week.

-Did I have this on?

-No.

It's not as fashionable as what you had on,

but I figured it'd be more comfortable.

-Did you put this on me?

You wasn't that damn drunk, huh? 

-He said when it was time to change my clothes,
I sobered up quick.
.

He didn't try to fuck?

-Nope. He stayed in his room.
Is he gay?

-I don't know. I don't get that from him.

But I agreed to let him take me out

on an official first date tonight, so we'll see.

Well, let me know how that goes, okay?

And if I don't answer it's because I'm at the game.

-Yeah, I got floor seats at the Staples Center.

-Oh, bitch. Have fun.
-Yes, sis, so just text me.

-Okay, baby,

 Namaste.

So, a son and no wife. How come?

-Simple answer is we grew apart. How about you?

You have any kids?
-No.

-And you're single?

-Yeah. How come?

-I don't know. I guess the simple answer is
I haven't found anyone

that's kept my attention long enough
for me to be in a committed relationship.

-To changing that.

-Cheers to changing that.

So, you're an architect, right?
-Mhm.

-Nobody built like you, you designed yourself.

-Okay,

I see somebody has a healthy taste in music.

-Of course.

Where you from?
-Originally, Pittsburgh.

-Get the fuck out of here, I'm from Philly.
-Oh, wow, PA.

That's what's up.

-Real recognize real. And you--
--looking looking familiar.

-Okay.
-Can I ask you a question, Michael?

-Sure. What would you like to know?

I don't know, like, why didn't you try anything last night?

-Uh huh.

-I mean, a drunk girl spends the night at your house,

and most men, well most straight men--
-Okay, let me stop you right there.

I'm not a homosexual, if that's what you're getting at.

-I didn't think so, I just had to ask.
-I get it. You're right.

Most men probably would have taken advantage
of the situation,

but I'm not most men.

You see, Celess,

the only thing I want to take from you
is all of your problems

and make them go away.

Gang and we bossy we boujie we flossy

we mobbin' we dangerous.

They're moving. We cross it.

But baby, stay riding my flow my designer

dripping in that sauce

Don't get mad at me, I don't love em, I fuck em

I don't chase em, I duck em I replace em with another one had to see,

he kept calling me Nick.

But my name is A. B. He was all on my dick,

ain't no rap, taking all of ya shit

run up on you wit the gun on my hip throwin shots ain't callin' no hits

You can't floss with a bitch like this.

No, you ain't boss for a bitch like this

I work hard to be a bitch like this

Ever since I got back on my shit.

I told Preme I ain't never gonna quit.

I drop hits never gonna miss.

And I'm fly So I ain't never going trip

in the mix like press-on chips on the wave,

But I ain't pushing no ships.

Give me a call as you get home, okay?

Okay, will do.

-Ah.

-Baby, I'm from the hood. It's gonna take a lot more
than that to get me to run.

-So, what you got there?

I don't know. I just figured since your son
wanted to be Batman,

I could be Harley Quinn, and you could be my Joker.

-Uh huh. Let's do it.
-Really?

-Yeah.

-Do you want to know how to scare me?
-Huh?

-Do you want to know how to scare me?

Tell me you can't pay for these costumes.
-

-Thanks, babe.

When one door closes, another one opens,

and Michael definitely had me open.

# Got the feeling happen when my lover's near

# Lord let this moment last for another year

# Though today has ended

# The night's still young I'd say

# Lover, don't go away

# Let it be the thing that I am longing for

# Let's fly out from Manhattan

# To the California shore

# Just to watch the ships at night

# On the San Francisco Bay

# Oh, lover, please, please stay.

# Don't say you have to go

# Don't say...

Michael was making good on his word.

He really was taking my problems
and making them go away.

-Okay, but is he taking some of the bills away?

Did he offer to pay your rent, car insurance, anything?

Or are you just giving up the coochie for costumes?

You're cute, though. Let me see.

And that vitamin bag is cute, too.

I ain't know they came in different colors.
That must be that LA shit

But to be honest,
I'm not even on that type of time with him right now.

Like I'm honestly just enjoying the way he treats me.

-Well, unless he's treating you to Chanel and Gucci, I'm lost.

I mean, love is cute, don't get me wrong.

But you got a little more than love to give.

According to Terry, you got a lot more.

Listen, you know better to be falling for a ***.

And for one, you can not put all your eggs in one skillet.

-It's basket, Sis.
-Whatever, Bitch.

And for two, the longer you take,

the harder it's gonna be when it's time to cut it off.

I'm just trying to protect you.

-I know you are.
And that's why I know you're gonna say yes

when I tell you what I called you for in the first place.

-Oh, God. What?

-Hey, Michael.
-Hey, Lisa. How are you?

-I'm great.
-Our guests should already be here.

-Yes, and they've been in good hands.

Right this way.

This was my moment of truth.

Michael thought Tina and Derek flew out to meet him,

but in actuality, I asked them to come for moral support.

-Your waitress will be right by to grab your drink order.

-Thank you.
-Enjoy.

How are you enjoying it?

I know, the food is amazing.

So, Michael, Tina told me that you're responsible
for building this place.

-Yeah, I designed it and my team put it up.

-Actually, Michael's one of the top architects in the city.
-Excellent.

-And on that note, since we're all here,

I might as well tell you guys
why I brought you guys out tonight.

Michael,

I have something to tell you.

Michael,

I'm a man.

-A man?

-nager.

I'm a manager.

-A manager?

-Yeah, I'm a manager.

I know in the beginning of our relationship,

I told you that I was the owner of a beauty salon.

But actually, I'm just a manager at one.

-Oh, shit, Celess. Don't scare me like that.

I thought you said you were a man.

-Almost gave me a heart attack. That was crazy.

-Waitress. One more round, please.

-Bitch. I needed this.
-You and me both.

Shit, I was more stressed out than you.
-You?

Girl, that felt like the longest ride ever.

You know, he said that he would actually design
my damn beauty salon

and have his firm build it.

-Now you know, the old me would be like,
Sis, get your coins.

Collect your booth rent.

Money don't give a damn what you got under your skirt.

But the new me, I don't know

sis I feel like you should stop leading ol' boy on.

-The new you?

Who is the new you, and where the hell did she come from?

Because just last week, your ass was on,
fuck these *** get money shit.

-I don't know. It's like something clicked
once I met Michael, you know

And I definitely see what you mean about how he treats you.

He really respects women.

He must got a bomb ass relationship with his mom.

-Your mom?
-Yeah.

I got to meet the most important person in your life,

so it is now time for you to meet
the most important person in mine.

Well, tied with my son, but you already met him,

and he gave you his nod of approval.

I think it was those costumes that won him over.

-Michael, do you think we're moving too fast?

-I didn't. Why do you?

-I don't know. It seems like it. I mean, I like you a lot

and I have fun with you, and it's different.

Different than any relationship I've ever been in,
in a good way.

But I just don't want us moving so fast
that we regret it in the long run.

-Well, it's hard to regret it when you lead with your heart,

and ever since I saw you in my parking lot,
that's all I've been doing.

-Yeah, but sometimes our hearts are-- our hearts are weak.

We need our minds to make sure
that we're not falling too hard or too fast,

if that makes sense.

-No, that doesn't make sense.

Just like this conversation doesn't make sense.

Where you going with this?

-I don't know why I let it get this far

and I feel so bad that I did.

But I'm just not right for you, Michael.

-Well, why don't you let me decide that?

-You probably come from a two parent household

where everybody speaks proper English and has a career.

-Are you worried about being judged by my family?
Is that what this is about?

Look, Celess, I love the fact that we're so different.

That means we'll never get bored with one another,

we'll always be learning new things about each other.
That excites me.

But that's what scares the hell out of me

for reasons that you'll never understand.

-Okay.

Mm. You wanna lay all our cards out, right here, right now?

Would that make you feel better?

Because whatever it takes, I'm willing to do.

You mean that much to me.

-Michael, you're one of the good ones, okay.

And you don't deserve what I bring to the table.

-Oh, so it's more so about the fact

that you're not where you wanna be career wise?

Listen, I don't intend for you to take care of me.

I do a great job of that on my own, have been for years.

If anything, I would prefer for you not to work.

I would like for my woman to be home for me
when I get there,

to have hugs and kisses waiting for me,

to be there for our kids when they get off the school bus.

-I'm not her, Michael.

I'm not that woman.

I'm not that girl that you take home to Mom.

I would love to be, sure, but I'm not.

And it's not by choice.

It's just what it is.

Now, please don't make this any harder than it already is,

and just respect the fact
that I think that we need some space.

-I've done nothing but treat you with honor and respect.

And I want to show you more,
but you won't let me because what?

We come from two different walks of life?

Mhm.

Well, in the words of somebody that I love,

it's gonna take more than that to make me run.

-I'm just gonna say it.

Shit.

Michael, I'm a man.

Not a manager. A man.

That's what I was trying to tell you at the restaurant.

That's why Derek and Tina flew in for moral support.

I just couldn't go through with it after your reaction.

But the truth is, I was born a boy,

and I do have male body parts.

I was trying to break up with you
before it even got to this point.

And it hurts to have to tell you this, but you don't deserve this shit.

And I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

-So, I made love to a man.

I kissed a man.

How did-- how did we make love if you--

Why did you let me take you out in the first place?

You could have just said you weren't interested.
I don't understand,

-Michael. I'm sorry.

I'm just so sorry.

But I want you to know that who I was

when we were in this relationship is who I really am.

I was just born in a body that I don't belong in.

But who you fell in love with is still here.

-And then you let me introduce you to my son.

I introduced you to my son.

-I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I really am.

Michael.

Michael, please don't leave.

-Surprise.
-Makeup.

-What's going on?
-What the hell are you doing here, girl?

First of all, you thought I was gonna

let you bring in New Year's and your birthday by yourself?

You're definitely bugging, okay?

-How did you even get up?
-Your doorman be asleep

Okay, as soon as he went to the back
to get a package, I just slid on past.

Speaking of packages,

open your birthday gift.

-I'm not even hungry, Sis.

-But you sure is thirsty. Open this box, Bitch.

-Only you would get some shit like this.
-Look underneath.

-Tina. What is this?
-Happy birthday neighbor.

-Tina.

Sis, I can't accept a whole house
from you as a birthday gift.

What the hell am I supposed to get you on your birthday?

-Please. I would have been stopped counting
birthdays a long time ago

if it wasn't for you.

You being the level headed one
has saved my ass a bunch of times.

Let's just say I owe you this house.

-So you want me to move to LA with you?

It's not even about what I want. Shit has hit the fan, sis.

I think we definitely overstayed our welcome here.

But don't worry. I got it all mapped out.

I got us two one- way tickets to LA,
leaving at 10 a. m. tomorrow morning.

-What?
-Yes.

I say we go and never look back.

But first, we gotta turn up one last New Year's Eve
in the A, Bitch

We gotta fuck it up.

You coming or naw? You coming or naw?

-I love you so much.

-I love you, baby.

I guess it was time to say goodbye to Atlanta.

And Tina's birthday gift was the perfect exit strategy.

-Ready for a little pregame girl? Here we go.

-Single or double shot?

-I want a single, but I know you're gonna give me a double.

-Triple shot, it is.
-Oh, Lord.

-Girl, tonight is gonna be so fucking lit.

-Yeah, let's try to make it to the club tonight.

-We are.
-A little bit.

-There you go, scary.
-That's a lot.

Ooh.

All right, cheers to new beginnings.

Happy New Year, Bitch.

-You can drink the rest.

I don't know how you do that shit.

-Bitch--
-What?

You're not happy to see me?

I asked you a question.

-Khalil, what the fuck are you doing?

You're trying to go back to jail?

-It's funny you mentioned that

because I just got out from doing six months,
and I didn't hear from you once.

That's fucked up.

-I told you from the rip,
I ain't gonna be nobody's fucking penpal.

-Who do you think I am?

One of these clown ass *** that you're used to fucking over?

-Khalil, please. She didn't mean that shit.

-Look, we got a ride waiting downstairs for us.

If we don't go down now, they're gonna come up.

-Oh, y'all think I'm stupid, huh?

Yeah, that's it. Y'all think I'm fucking stupid.

-Khalil, Celess, don't have shit to do with this.
This between me and you.

Get the fucking gun out of her face.

-You don't call no fucking shots.

Matter of fact, who said this bitch ain't got shit to do with it?

Oh, y'all thought James wasn't gonna tell me, huh?

-Well, let James deal with her and you deal with me, please.

-And him fuck up his career?

Nah.

See, I already got a felony.

So this shit ain't gonna change my life none.

- Tina, no!

-No!

Look what you did!

2020 came in with the devil on her back,

feeding the world heartache off her pitchfork.

League MVP, Kobe Bryant died earlier this afternoon...

This organization declared

that the coronavirus crisis is now a pandemic

And visiting my best friend
at her grave

was like washing it down with gasoline.

# Sometimes I find myself...

That time I didn't wake up in my bed
with the TV on reruns,

and it wasn't a nightmare.

It was real life.

# No cares,

# No cares

# Falling

# Hear me cry
It's over now

# I'm drowning here

# in the depths of all this sin

# I'm hurting here

# Somebody catch my tears

# I'm drowning here

I got lucky.

The doctor told me my hand slowed the speed of the bullet,

 so it only grazed my cheek.

I couldn't help but wonder why--

 why her and not me? 

-Celess, you were Tina's true soulmate.

She wanted you to have this.

 Dear friend. You are a blessing from God,
the only father, I acknowledge.

I remember back in ninth grade when you stood up for me,

and I thought to myself, either this boy sees right through me

and knows I'm a guy, or he's trying to play straight and impress me.

Either way, I knew you were gay.

And from that day on, I took you under my wing,

and I taught you everything I knew,

so well that you became better at the game than me.

Now, I've finally retired my jersey.

And if you're reading this,
it means you finally retired yours, too.

 We had a hell of a run, friend.

PS. I know you're probably wondering what Derek did to me.

The answer, he showed me unconditional love.

And now that's all I want for you.

Welcome home.

-Hello?

Michael?

You don't know how good it is to hear your voice right now.