A conversation in the hall on the way back from the bathroom.
S: My baby momma called.
S: I’m about to get on the city bus.
Mr. C: No you have to stay here,
S: I need some cocaine in my system.
Mr. C: I don’t like the sound of that.
S: You know I’m poor cause I only got 5 dollars in my pocket. I got this off the food stamp card.
Mr. C: I keep my money in the bank.