I go to their channel and see what’s good.
Keenan: “All I’m saying is, okay, if I’m stranded on a deserted fuckin’ island, and there’s a woman on that island who looks good as hell, I’m falling into the pussy sooner or later. Or hell, she ain't even gotta look good, to be honest."
Thor: "Any port in the storm."
Keenan: "Exactly. What man wouldn’t?”
Sarai: “Faithful men wouldn’t!”
Thor: “Well, first of all, black men don’t cheat.”
Sarai: “Here we go.”
Thor: “Second…stop laughing!…second, Villain wasn’t married yet. Matter of fact, he was headed to his bachelor party. InBrazil. That nigga was fuckin’ onsomethin’that weekend. It’s tradition. It’s the American way.”
Keenan: "How is that helping?"
Sarai: "Well,Ithink it was cheating. I’m sorry. He was engaged. Put it on an island, in the sea, in middle earth, on the fuckin' moon, I don't give a fuck. It's still wrong!"
Keenan: “And I say it wasn’t. It was survival. Thor, what you think?”
Thor: “Same. Real talk, all jokes aside. What that nigga went through was traumatic asfuck. Lost his friends and his family and didn't know if he'd ever come home. That woman held him down on that island. They found love with each other. That shit ain’t cheating, that’s a fuckin’love storyright there."
Sarai: “You know what? I kinda see where you’re going with that.”
Thor: “Thank you!”
Keenan: “This nigga just brought a tear to my eye.”
Sarai: “Y’all so stupid. Anyway, I wanna let the listeners and viewers weigh in on this. Go to the ‘Gram and hit up our poll so we can decide.”
My fingers move quickly. The post is pinned at the top.
Did Villain Cheat on His Fiancée on the Island?
I vote NO for obvious reasons, then smile as I see the poll results. Seventy-six percent of the listeners voted with me.
America generally can’t vote for shit, but I think they got this one right.
Fuck that other twenty-four percent though.
I pick up my phone and dial my manager. She answers on the first ring.
“Hey, Bash.”
“Hey, baby. What do you need?”
“Call the people. Tell ‘em it’s a go.”
Chapter 60
Ari
It’s time.
I’m sitting on the couch with my parents flanking me and Ashara, Jada, and Jenae on the floor in front of us. They flew in this morning.
“I should pop some popcorn,” Jada announces, but we all shush her.