GENERATION TWENTY SOMETHINGS(2011)

By. Mhadi Love

INT.  House Basement – Day - Afternoon

A low budget bachelor inspired decorated basement. Two to three day old fast food trash and other miscellaneous objects scattered about the basement. A young man sits on the floor with his back rested on the edge of the futon, with the laptop in his lap he views online dating profiles and plays loud music. Another young man is resting on the Futon. Mobb Deep “Survival of the Fittest” blasts in the background.

Roy
Nigga...turn that shit down some, a grown man need his sleep…

In disbelief, Darren turns to look at Roy.

Darren
Why you the only person in the world that gotta sleep right now?! Its 3:30!

Roy
The computer screen to bright, and that old ass M.O.B.B D.E.E.P you playing is some trash… come on, I’m tired G.

Darren
Man, you hopeless. You always sleep or sleepy. You sleep before and after the blunt. You fall asleep a clubs, driving, a church playin bingo with your grandma. Nigga you sleep anywhere at all times. I cant deal with your kind.

Roy
Just turn it down, play that Wiz or Flocka. Or, something relevant a grown man ears can respect and listen to.

Darren, turns his attention back to the laptop screen moves his hand on the laptop and changes the song to, Mobb Deep “Shook ones II”.

Darren
Respect?! These new rappers wish they had respectable music like this. This shit goes hard my nigga. Gangsta shit like this is comin back.

Darren Turns up the music.

Roy
Whatever, I gotta work tomorrow at EARLY oclock! So
GET OFF or TURN THAT DOWN!!!

Darren
pssshI can’t live like this…

Shakes head…signs off and shuts down computer, turns
off lights, then lays down stretched out on the floor face up)

Roy
Then Find a job!

Darren
Bitch, I do look for work! It just aint nobody hiring right now, that’s all. You just mad cause you got Madden rated 65 stamina and gotta sleep every forty five minutes.

Roy
Nigga…I work, im tired. What do you do? 

Darren, sits up, turns on the PS3 Game, and picks up the controller.

Darren
What do you mean, “what do I do”?!!! Its more like, what don’t I do? First off, I gotta put up with you on a twenty four hour basis. I gotta research everything we bout to do. I keep us ranked high in the Fight Night game. I find all the grass. And I keep bitches comin through here! The real question is…what is it that you do unk?

Roy
Nigga you know what I do.

Darren
Yea, Ballcap(sleep)!

Roy
Whatever, goodnight!

Adam rolls over on the couch to get more comfortable:

KYLE
Look at you! Saying goodnight, it’s the middle of the day. I bet if I sparked this blunt up ya bitch ass a hop up.

Roy excitedly rolls back over toward Darren’s direction.

Roy
What blunt?

Darren
See! Look atcha ol’ junkie ass. You hear the words Blunt, Spark, or Grass; and you wake right up don’t you.

Roy
Whatever G…what blunt you talking bout?

Darren
Aint no blunt. I just wanted to see how fast you’d react to hearing the words, “Spark this Blunt”. I got what I wanted; you can go to sleep now.

Roy
You terrible, teasing a grown man like that. You know you getting taxed the next time we treat these lungs.

Slight laughter from Darren.

Darren
Whatever, “Mr. Delaware”

Roy
“Mr. Delaware?”

Darren
Yea…Cause you aint taxing shit!

Roy laughs.

Roy
Fuck you nigga. 

Darren
No, don’t fuck me. Get some joint in this muafucka, so you can finally get them dry ass nuts out the sand. Im tired of havin to find a joint for me and for you! Put in ya own work on the Tagged. I may be fat, but this nigga in season; bitches choosin. 

Roy
Yea yea yea…a nigga tired. Can’t live like this for to much longer.

Darren
I’m just fuckin with you. Real shit though, something a jump for us real soon. 

Roy
Right. But, we aint got no grass? 

Darren
Nooo grass.

Roy
Damn.

Sneakily, Darren starts the computer back up, while Adam has his face pressed into the seat of the futon. Little Wayne’s, “She Will” comes on. Playing…”maybe for the money and the power and the fame she will”…

Darren
Well…there won’t be no more grass after we spark this last one…

Roy horridly turns toward Darren’s direction wide eyed. Darren displays a blunt in hand.

Roy
My nigga…I knew you’d come through. I need that. Tax Time

Darren
Treat yourself, spark it up. It’s a recession.

(Fade out)

(Credits roll and “Headlines” by Drake plays.)

THE END