2002-04-29 - 7:53 p.m. EXT: Rite-Aid parking lot. Dusk. MIG exits the Rite-Aid, bag of cat food in hand. Sitting in one of the green plastic patio chairs on sale out front is a large African-American gentleman, the PIMP. As MIG heads for the streetcorner the PIMP stands up and steps in front of him. He's not really wearing a wide-brimmed lavender hat, matching suit, and fake-fur coat, but he should be. PIMP: Hey, man, you gay or straight? MIG: Does it matter? PIMP: I got nice boys and nice girls. MIG: Thanks, but I eat my mates after sex. Sorry. PIMP: Huh? The PIMP backs away in bewilderment and fear as MIG reaches the corner and crosses the street. FADE *** |
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