CD: Saw 5 or 6 li’l bros begging tday near my aptmt.
MT: That sucks, dude. What is world comin 2?
CD: It makes U, like, want 2 do sumthing. :0(
MT: Could be a book, bro. :0)
CD: Yeah well tell that 2 my publisher.
MT: What up there?
CD: My numbers are lo.
MT: U trust him?
CD: No way.
MT: Hey man, don’t give up.
CD: Same to U. BTW how’s your fam?
MT: Not great, man.
CD: ????
MT: Totally my fault, dude.
CD: ????
MT: Messed up, bigtime. Got hustled.
CD: Oh man. How bad?
MT: You don’t wanna no.
CD: That bad?
MT: Worse. Like, ruined.
CD: Need a gig?
MT: Scribe type?
CD: No, man. Stand up.
MT: Like, in stage?
CD: Yeah. It means $$$$. Bigtime.
MT: You’re shitting me.
CD: No way. Can U get over here?
MT: There?
CD: I could get U a couple gigs.
MT: Awesome! When?
CD: Let me no when U can come over.
MT: I’m on it!
CD: Gotta run. Namaste, bro.
MT: Later, man. Thanx.
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