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Almost as soon as I powered my phone on after leaving the movie theatre, the Big Homie’s number lit up my screen signaling an incoming call.
“Hello?”
“What up, B! Whachudoin?”
“Comin’ out the movies from seeing Spring Breakers.”
“I saw that.”
“Word? What’d you think?”
“It was cool. But that boy, the director, what’s his name?”
“Harmony Korine?”
“Yeah. Dude from Kids. He been listening to too much Robert Plant.”
“Zeppelin? Uh…how so?”
“You know that scene in the beginning when those two church chicks are telling Selena Gomez about how her friends are some demon girls?”
“Yeah…”
“Same thing as that Zeppelin song where he says, ‘The soul of a woman was created below…’ Ya feel me?”
“Um…I guess…But there was a lot more to the movie than that.”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Anyway…You comin’ by the house tonight to get these Wizards tickets before I leave town tomorrow?”
“Yeah. On my way now.”
“Bet. Peace.”
The screen went dark again. I slid my phone into the front right pocket of my jeans and raised my hand to signal a taxi.
