He said, I like their clothes and their charming ways.

But, what I really want is a simple place with no fashion clothes cause you cant eat those -Animal Collectives Taste

May 21st, Monday 12:15 AM C.J. is on the phone pacing back and forth in his loft apartment. Hes in his house robe and he looks very disturbed, a gloss of sweat covers his face. C.J. says, Are you okay, Babe? Do you need me to fly to Minnesota? I can be there in a few hours. Really? A Deacon? I thought men of God are non-violent. Not necessarily, Knights Templar were soldiers for priests and their God bad time for a history lesson. I know, sorry. Is there anything I can do?

I cant go back to sleep after all of this. You were attacked, Robyn. I want to be there with you. Who the hell is Eddie? The deacon guy Hes going to Philly too? Are you sure hes not one of those touchy feely, rapist deacons? I know I am going to hell but I am just asking. One thirty is your next flight? Okay, I am going to stay on the phone with you until then. I am good, babe. Sleep is overrated, since I cant be there with you, I can at least be here for you. C.J. lays comfortably stretched across his couch, hes still on the phone with Robyn. Hes sprawled out with smirk on his face. So, tell me something sweet, baby doll. I have all night for some one way phone sex.

3:45 PM Lets visit the dressing room of Jay Wong. Jay is dressed in full costume; a green, dirty, torn army uniform, with a tan bamboo leaf sun Vietcong hat. Jays eyes appear to be almost close for the stereotypical Asian eyes effect; he has black dirty smudges on his face, and extreme buck teeth. Jay isnt here at the moment, only the Famous Charlie. Charlie is sitting at his vanity table leaned over with his face buried in the table. Charlie is gently pressing his left nostril as he inhales cocaine off the glass. Charlie viciously snorts the five lines of cocaine. The first four lines disappear from the tables surface as if Charlie is a magician. The fifth line Charlie slowly appreciates as if its a fine glass of vanity wine. The last white grain enters Charlies nostril, he pops up from his vanity table like a madman screaming, Woooooo! Thats an energy booster for ya! This shit gives ya wings right here! YES! Showtime! Charlie stumbles onto the set knocking things and people out of his chaotic path. Charlie bumps into Lola crotch first. Lola turns around, shes pissed. Shes wearing a tight crimson red, short dress that compliments her curvy shape, and high crimson red heels with tassels around the ankles. Her finger nails are crimson red, her long black hair

comes to the center of her back, her cheeks are rosy red, and her lips are crimson red to match her costume. She is dressed as the Astonishing Chica. Chica, clearly irritated, screams out with rage, What the fuck are you doin?! Charlie stumbles backwards and smirks as he rubs his nose. Charlie scans Chica up and down as if he lost something on her body. Charlie claps his hands and says, Nothing. But one thing, ya ass is fat! Did you know that or is this new to ya? Chica says, What the fuck?! Charlie says, Ya know Asian women asses dont be lookin like that. Really? Are ya mixed with a little bit J.Lo? Ya can tell me. Chica yells, Fuck you! Go kill yourself, asshole! Charlie points at Chicas ass as she begins to walk away and says, Ya know what, if you were as awesome at ya lines as ya ass is you would be rich as Oprah. Chica says, Youre such an asshole! Chica storms off as C.J. is walking onto the set with Chris. Both men are at a loss for words as theyre hearing the end of the yelling battle. Chica stops in front of C.J. and Chris; through her body language they can see shes pissed. She yells at the two guys, Yall need to do something with that dickhead! I cant take his fuckin dumb shit! C.J. says, Calm down, sis. Chica says, Calm down my ass, either its him or me! C.J. looks at Chris concerned, as Charlie stumbles over things on the stage. Chris shrugs his shoulders as C.J. turns his attention to Charlie whose stumbling and yelling like a maniac on the set. C.J. says, Shit. May 22nd, Tuesday 11:05 AM Poof runs onto an empty stage set with a red curtain in the background. Hes running in a goofy manner. Poof trips over the microphones wire, and then stumbles into the

microphone stand. Poof pulls himself up with the help of the microphone stand. He utters, Howdee do, yall bees? The laugh sign flashes red instructing the audience to laugh. The audience releases a heavy roar of laughter. Poof says with a big smile on his face, Yall be in fo a gud treat tanite! Wait! Poof pauses in his tracks and tilts his right ear towards off stage. With an idiotic grin on his face Poof begins to tap dance and says, Kin yall hear dat? Who dat bees?! The Astonishing Chica enters the left side of the stage with her arms open wide and bright lights are shining. Chica looks beautiful for a Minstrel as she sashays her way onto center stage with the spotlight on her. Another spotlight is on Poof as he tap dances on the right side of the stage. The audience applauds; some men give her a standing ovation. Chica blows kisses to the audience as she approaches the microphone. Chica says, Mmmmm, helloooo all me sex-cee people out there. How yall beez? Esta Noche we got a special guest. Also we beez havinhavin? Excuse me, sorry. Poof is still tap dancing with a big smile on his face thats trying to hide the worried look thats behind his fraudulent smile. Hes looking over at Chica as he screams, Ey girl! The catfish be got ya ton Chica stomps her right foot in frustration, she knocks over the microphone in a fit of rage as she screams, Shut the fuck up! Shut up while I think of the next line, dammit! Robert screams in an angry tone, CUT! CUT! Robert storms up to the stage where Chica is standing at the front of the stage with her face in her hands. Robert says, Whats up? Whats going out? This is the ninth time you screwed up your lines this week and guess what, sweetie, this week just fuckin begun. Whats your problem? Do you need a script coach or something? Talk to me. Chica throws her hands down in frustration, she turns to Poof whos standing to the right of her with a dumb look on Poofs face Chica screams,

This fuckin script is the problem! Why does everybody need to talk like coons? Thats the fuckin problem, Rob! Chica storms off the left side of the stage as Robert and Poof look on at Chica in shock. The audience mumbles in disbelief. 10:27 PM Were entering a dark room, the only light is illuminating from an LED flat screen television. Jay is slumped over sitting on his couch with white powder all over his nose and top lip. His eyes are low, his mouth is open, and theres drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, the drool has dripped down and stained his tee shirt. Jays fingers are twitching from the effects of the cocaine in front of him. The TV flickers a bright light causing Jays soulless, zombie eyes to grow wide. Jay grins and drool drips from his mouth, he whispers, Hm. it all comes together in the end. He passes out on his couch. May 24th, Thursday 8:56 AM Jay strolls down the hallway of the studio; he stops at Lolas dressing room door. Her door is slightly cracked. Jay knocks and says, Knock, knock. Lola places her open book down; she blinks her eyes with a hint of attitude and rolls them. Lola says in an irritating tone, Yes Jay? What do you want? Jay enters the dressing room; he walks over to Lola and points at the open seat next to her, May I? Lola blinks her eyes with an attitude and crosses her legs. She says, Nope. Whats up? State your case? Jay awkwardly smirks as he places his hands in his pocket. He says, I just wanna say sorry for the dry hump Monday. That was my bad. So sorry.

Lola raises her right eyebrow as she presses her lips together with nothing but attitude behind her motions. Jay nervously shifts his body weight because Lolas piercing stares are making him feel uncomfortable. Jay clears his throat to say, What cha ya readin there? Lola says, We are Kings by Eli C. Briar. Jay says, That hack! I cant stand that guys writin cuase he believes hes so fuckin clever and amazin, ya know. Lola says, No I dont know. I like his work. What do you want, Jay? Jay says, Ha, nothing much. Just to say sorry bout that comment I made on Monday. When I first started actin I was a nervous mess. It took sometime for me to get use to bein in front of a camera. Lola says, What did you do to get use to the cameras, lights, and attention? Jay says, Cocaine. Lola chuckles as Jay stands over her with a serious look on his face. Jay says, I am serious. Both pause in place and awkwardly stare at one another, dead air is between the two. Jay says, Hey, I wanna make it up to ya. I wanna take you out to dinner. Not a date, just food and drinks between two co-workers. Is Saturday night good for ya?

Lola smirks seductively and says, You sure youre not tryin to get into my panties? Jay smirks and says, Dont get me wrong, ya beautiful and everything but ya a little too thick for my likin. I like my women slender, black, white, or yellow. Lola smirks once again and says, Fair enough. So yay to food and drinks, Saturday night? Jay says, Yup!

Jay begins to walk out of her dressing room before he exits he stops in his tracks and says, And, oh, can you lay off of pushin Chris to suicide or priesthood? Lola says, He told you? Hes not use to people tellin him no huh? Jay says, Nope! How many times has he hit on you so far? Lola says, I lost track. He even sent me two dozen roses. He doesnt get the meanin of no. Kinda scary, elements of a rapist. Jay says, Naw. Hes a good man and great friend. So, Ill get back to ya bout where were meetin Saturday night. Lola litely smiles and says, Cool, lookin forward to hangin out Jay says, Solid. As he exits Lolas dressing room as she picks up her book. 9:22 PM Chris returns with two beers in his hand to a private booth where he and Jay are sitting. Theyre in a dim lounge thats illuminated by red and blue lights. Sexy women of all races are walking by the booth and standing at the bar. Jay says to Chris, What took you so long? Chris smirks as he sits down, The Asian chick and Black chick at the bar. Just settin them up and buyin a few shots. Jay says, Really son? Chris says, For us. When was the last time you had some cheeks? Jay says, Man, months ago. Since Tammie left me. Chris sips his beer and then says, Ah, Tammie, she was a real life douche. Jay says, Dude, I was in love with her.

Chris says, My man, you only knew her for three months. You just got to know her. Jay says, Ha! Ya right! Whatever, so, black and yellow over there; should we strike now? Chris says, Let the plan breathe, young grasshopper. Theyll be over here in ten minutes. Trust me. Soooo, you cool? Jay says, Yeah, Im good. Chris says, Naw kid, are you good? You know, your little addiction. Jay says, Addiction? I dont have an addiction. I am good. That just eases my nerves when needed. Chris says, Dude, you came to work high as a fuckin kite two times this week. One time you humped Lolas fine ass and the next day you pissed in the hallway. I am not too sure youre good. Jay sips his beer with a lot of tension in his movements as he stares off into the lounge. He shifts his eyes back to Chris and leans forward on the table and says, Dig this, I am fine. I know ya tryin to help me cause ya my best friend but understand this, the day I am not in control of this little demon you can do whatever you need to do to help me. Call the cops, put me in rehab, shit beat this demon outta me. But I am tellin you, dude, I am cool. I got this. Chris sips his beer and nods his head with hints of anger in his movement. He calmly says, Word. The Asian woman and Black woman approach Jay and Chris at their booth with two drinks in each of their hands. The Black woman seductively says, Do you guys mind if we join you. Chris stares at Jay with a stare of fire and says, Come on in; help us cut down some of this tension, beautiful. I am Chris and this is my bro Jay. Jay says, Its a pleasure.

May 26th, Saturday 11:50 AM C.J. is sitting in Geoffs office with a calm look on his face but elements of sadness in his eyes. Geoff is sitting behind his desk; C.J. sits in front of his desk. Geoff asks, How is the tapin goin? C.J. says, Its going. Not as well as I want it to be, but its going. Geoff says, Whats the problem? C.J. says, Everyone. This idea on paper is full proof but once I added people into the equation that equals chaos. Jay is a fucking liability. Lola is a fucking pretty retard. And Robert Geoff interrupts by saying, Whos Robert? C.J. says, The director. Fuck! Chris is the only solid aspect of this group. Geoff says, C.J., give it time. Great things start off simple. The Yankees, Ali, and the Bulls all had to suck to learn their mistakes to become great. This is just a phase. Relax. C.J. says, I know. I know. Also my girlfriend was attacked on her way back to Philly. Geoff says, Geez, Robyn? Is she alright? C.J. says Yeah. I have been talking to her all week. Just a bump on her head, a church deacon saved her from some creep. Geoff says, A deacon? C.J. says, I know, right. Geoff says At least God was on her side, no pun attended. All pun attended. I might need to strike him down. Geoff says, What else has been up? C.J. says, Nothing much. Just the show and trying to get the wheel turning. Geoff says, Remember this, kid, a team is only as great as their leader. Stop beatin yourself up. Things will get better.

C.J. says Thanks Geoff. I need to go; I have to meet the crew for a meeting. Ill call you later. Geoff says, Have a drink or three for me, C.J. Enjoy your weekend, leave the work for the week. C.J. waves at Geoff as he walks out of Geoffs office. 11:40 PM Lola and Jay are sitting on a couch in Jays living room drunk and loudly laughing. Lola and Jay are both dressed in jeans and tee shirt. There is a good amount of distance between the two. Their body language is friendly. Jay screams, And then Chris slides a fuckin chair between me and the President of NBC. So after that security rushes into his office and throws our asses outta 30 Rock! Aaaaaahaha! Lola wipes tears from her eyes from the hard laughter between at Jays story. Lola says, Ah, youre funny as hell, Jay. Youre kinda cool. Jay says, Kinda? I am the fuckin man, girl! Aw man, ha! Lola looks at Jay with a serious look in her eyes and says, Jay, can I ask you something? Jay says, Shoot. Lola says, How does it feel when you do cocaine? Jay smirks and says, Seriously? Its like my brain is placed in a cooler of ice. The first stiff jolts straight to my brain and just numbs it. I can feel throbbin. And then a wave of numbness surges through my body. Sometimes I taste mint on my tongue or sometimes I taste battery acid. A wave of numbness moves through me. And then a jolt of happy energy hits my body. Like a jolt of lightnin shockin my balls, shock to my nervous system causin my body to just move. Move. Move. Move. Just nonstop movin, my brain is racin from thought to thought and action to action. Lola, cocaine is like a speedin rollin coaster rocketin itself to the moon. Its beautiful, its sublime, itsitsserenity. Lola blinks three times in astonishment of Jays reply. She sips her glass of wine and takes a big gulp and says, Can I try some?

Jay frowns his face and slightly tilts his head and says, Are ya sure? Lola says, Yeah. I need something to get me out of my mind and movin into the real world. Please. I just wanna try Jay quickly paces into his bedroom only to reappear with a brown small jewelry case. He places it onto the table in front of Lola. Jays scoops some cocaine from the brown case and places the scoop onto his glass table. He uses a card to choke up a neat line for Lola. He gives Lola a clear glass pipe for her to snort the cocaine from the table. Jay says, Are ya sure ya ready for this ride, Lo? Lola says with attitude, I am a grown ass woman. I can handle this. Lola gently places the pipe to her nose as she leans forward to stiff the white line from the table. Lola snorts the white line hard and fast only to release a yell and falling back onto the couch pinching her nose. Her pupils begin to expand wide along with her eyelids. She begins to feel the wave of numbness. She releases the pinch she has on her nose as her body slowly slumps down into the couch. Jay says, You cool? Lola says, Aaaaaaah, thats that feelin. YesssssssYesYES!