Alberto has been trying to comfort his grieving friend, Lamonte,
(Lamonte pulls the car over. He gets out and looks for the gun. Alberto gets out and looks.
Alberto finds the gun.)
ALBERTO I don’t think you lost your mind, Lamonte. And if I’ve been keepin’ my distance, it’s ‘cuz of my family. You know what mine was like. This is da first time I could have my own. They drown out all da noise.
LAMONTE I envy you.
(Lamonte takes the gun.)
ALBERTO Yo, I thought of somethin’. You should be my son’s godfather.
LAMONTE Nigga, what?
ALBERTO I’m dead ass. You family, my nigga.
LAMONTE Aint one of your hunnit cousins supposed to do dat?
ALBERTO Yeah but f#@k ‘em.
LAMONTE I aint got da time to be at no communion service wit you grandma, who’s darker than me, tellin’ me how black folk aint got no sense.
ALBERTO She died like two months ago. You good.
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