YEARS AGO, IN MEMPHIS, TENNESSEE, I MET A DRUG DEALER NAMED DEON.

 

WE GOT CLOSE.

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TO THIS DAY, DEON IS THE ONLY PERSON IN MY LIFE WHO EVER INVITED ME OVER FOR THANKSGIVING DINNER. YOU JUST DON'T FORGET A KINDNESS LIKE THAT. IT MEANT SOMETHING TO ME, AND IT STILL DOES, AND IT ALWAYS WILL...​

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I WON'T EVER FORGET IT. 

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I LOVED DEON, BUT HE WAS STRAIGHT-UP THE MOST TERRIFYING AND MENACING MOTHERFUCKER I'VE EVER MET -- UNPREDICTABLE TO THE MAX, TO THE POINT WHERE ALL I COULD DO WHEN I WAS AROUND HIM WAS JUST SHAKE. THAT'S ALL I DID -- I SHOOK.  

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AT ONE POINT, I OWED DEON MONEY. I DIDN'T HAVE IT, AND HE KNEW IT, AND SO...

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...WE PLAYED FOR IT. 

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I WROTE A SCRIPT ABOUT IT, AND THEN MADE A MOVIE ABOUT IT. 

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HERE IT IS. 

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IT'S MESSY AS FUCK, BUT THAT'S MOSTLY WHY I LOVE IT. 

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I WAS MESSY BACK THEN, TOO: 

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A MESSY DUDE MAKING A MESSY MOVIE. 

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IT'S KIND OF BEAUTIFUL, REALLY. 

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ENJOY. 

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xx.