"AWE! Damn shoe!"

Scene opens in Jerome's dark apartment in Harlem.

He's tripping over things while he's walking down the hall with a
flashlight.


"Where did I leave that belt?"

"AH, Kilo! Quit leaving your chew toys in the walk way!"

The dog responds "arf!"

Jerome finally makes his way to the weight room and shines the light
on the belt.

"Aw, there you are player. You sure did get around before you wound
up with me. I am a very succesive champion."

Jerome shines the light in his face in the mirror.

"Shiny even in the mirror! Now where did I put that polish?"

Jerome gets up and wanders out the room and trips over the dog again.

"JESUS CHRIST KILO! Stay out of my way!!"


Jerome shines a light on the wall.

"Well look at this! The man is trying to hold me down again! He sets
me up in a match where I won't know who I'm fighting till the day of
the show! Why all dem crackers gotta be hatin on me? Drinkin' dat
damn haterade!"

Kilo is heard in the background knawing on something...

Jerome flashes is light in the dogs direction...

"Hey you mutt! Drop Latoya's weave! you'll cough up hairballs again!"

Suddnely the lights flash on, then off again.

"Damn power company! So I either face the "future" again, or I get to
finally get that Kracka fool one on one! Either way, I'll drop you
with the HOT Wire, and make you submit to the Chicken wing, because
you'll never be the street thug that I am, and you are all nothing
but a bunch of fuckin' crackas!"

(Scene fades with the lights flickering on and off)