The sun is bright,

But could be brighter,

It burns my skin,

My heart’s on fire.

I count the days

Until the end,

After the countdown,

Happiness begins.

Not all things

Are measured by time,

But for every tick and tock

She’s on my mind.

She is truly all

That I could ask,

For without she, just like the sun,

I would pass.


Death is around the corner,

We all know it’s the truth,

Enjoy your last breath,

Our fate is not ours to choose.


It never dies,

Everything generalized,

Tears fill the eyes,

When you realize.

Continuous lies,

Some things never change,

Writing on the wall,

Thoughts on the brain.

The aftermath,

Disaster-like crash,

Acceptance at last,

All things eventually pass.


Words can make you speechless,

Noise can make you deaf,

Accomplishing everything

Means you have nothing left.

But sometimes, just sometimes,

You choose to look right,

And there is everyone that loves you,

Cheering you on until you die.


I wake suddenly

From dreams alas,

It wasn’t a dream,

It was my past.

To escape or not

I’ll never know,

No smiles around,

This isn’t a home.

Do I progress

Or shall I stress,

You call this a life,

I call this a mess.

I want to reach the top

And sit on the throne,

Yet I continue to search,

This world I roam.

They say I’m crazy,

I say it’s exciting,

The quest for success

Is awfully inviting.

I’ll reach the top

One day I think,

Until then, though,

I’ll continue to dream.


I fly beneath the stars,

But I fly above the sky,

I’m not sure where I’m going,

But I continue to fly.

On and on I go,

No destination in sight,

I know one day I’ll get there,

And on another I’ll end this flight.


Everyone’s there when the sun shines,

But who’s there when there are gray skies?

The lights come on when it’s primetime,

Or is it just for those that can make time?

Wearing bright colors is one way to shine,

But to certain people that’s not on the mind.

People come around with they feel the need,

But the true ones are always there like family.


Clouds are rolling in,

Things aren’t looking very good,

Still look to the sky.

***ACT ONE***



The student stands up from his desk, putting his pencil behind his left ear — eraser forward.  The student took one last look at his exam, pulled up his jeans half an inch and walked toward the professor’s desk.



Ah, Mr. Wallace, I’m going to miss you in my class. You were one of the brightest students I ever had and I’ve been doing this a long time. I just don’t understand why you never wanted to say anything. You could have added so much to the classes.


Thanks, Dr. Hutch. I enjoyed your class, too.

And just like that, Wallace walks toward the door, officially done with the semester. With a loud thud, Wallace left Smith Hall and came back to consciousness in his dad’s car.

…it was just a dream.



The Range was nice, fully decked out with leather seats, navigation system, the works. Just from walking by the black SUV it was obvious the owner had money.

Wallace awoke from his dream about Hutch’s class — one he had had several times throughout his vacation. His iPhone is playing “Chirp,” a song he had written. He wasn’t a big-time MC, but he enjoyed spitting on random beats, occasionally recording them. He starts listening more intently.

… that was a good line. This could have been a single.

The thing is he had never recorded a single, mostly because he didn’t care to try. It also didn’t help that no one ever told him to pursue it. His friends liked the punchlines and occasional vulgarity of his songs. That was about it.

He looks at his phone and sees he had a text from Lindsey. He locks his screen, completely uninterested in texting her back. When he does so, his mom sees he is awake.


Did you have a good time on the trip, Wallace? I know Auntie Ruth and Uncle G were happy to see you.


I always enjoy going up there, I just don’t understand why we have to drive. Flying wouldn’t kill us.

It is an 11-hour drive from Ann Arbor to Atlanta and he already knows why they drove. His dad takes the time to remind him again anyway.


Wallace, this is great family time. And you need to remember it’s always important to stay humble.

Wallace looks at his watch.


The watch is a Rolex Explorer II, which costs around $6,000. Wallace chuckles under his breath that his dad constantly reminds him to stay humble, yet his parents bought him such an expensive watch for his birthday.


Baby, I’m so proud of your grades, and I can’t believe you’re about to graduate! Last semester of college, are you excited?

…here we go again.

There are two things that annoy Wallace regarding his parents. The first is they both call him by his last night. He would rather his friends not do it either. The second thing is when one got overexcited about something. Yet, he always tried to match that excitement simply to avoid a situation.


Excited doesn’t even begin to describe it. It’s hard to believe how fast the time has gone by!

His mom continues to talk and Wallace looks back down at his watch.


There’s still four hours left until they reach home. Wallace hears his dad start to talk.


What are you taking this semester, son? Hutch emailed me and said you killed it in his class. Just like your old man, I see.

Wallace hates being compared to his dad. His dad is incredibly successfully and is a great guy in every way, but Wallace wants to make a name for himself. By going into — rather pushed into — business, he was on pace to either becoming his dad or being a failure.

Wallace shrugs rather than answering his dad’s question and plays with his hair a little. He puts his headphones back on and thinks maybe it was time for a haircut. Either way, he is more concerned in meditating to the music and hopefully falling asleep.

2Pac’s “Me Against The World” comes on. Fitting.



Wallace awoken to a familiar neighborhood, it was his. He looks at his watch.


[Cut to:]



The house isn’t overly fancy on the outside, but the inside is clearly the home of someone fortunate. It is two stories with an L-shaped staircase. The foyer includes a brilliant chandelier. Three bedrooms, an office and two other rooms are upstairs. The living room, dining room, kitchen and some other rooms are downstairs.

Wallace walks from the foyer into the kitchen, grabs a bottle of Fiji water out of the fridge and goes to the cupboard for a small bag of Chex Mix. Once his mission is complete, he heads upstairs.

[Cut to:]



Wallace walks in, basically drops his suitcase and lies down on his bed. His room is messy, but not because he is a messy person. He is somewhat packing to head back to school the next day, but kind of never really unpacked in the first place. He is just happy to be back from Michigan.

He looks at his phone for the first time in hours — having stopped the music playing over the phone by simply pulling our the head phones. He has 18 texts. He reads through each, replies to a group message he was part of and ignores Lindsey, who had sent six messages.

He gets on Twitter, updating his feed for the first time in six hours. He scrolls to the best of his ability, not really caring what most of the tweets had to say. Then, once he reaches the top, he sends out a simply, vague tweet:


Wallace yawns and looks at his watch.


He leaves everything the way it is, takes off his jeans and T-shirt and gets under his covers. He leaves the Chex Mix and water on his nightstand, neither having been opened, and falls asleep in minutes

[Cut to:]





She is yelling from the kitchen. Wallace doesn’t respond. He simply sits up, legs hanging off the bed, rubs his eyes and puts on a shirt. He finds a pair of gym shorts along the way to his door, sliding them on before reaching the hall.



Wallace walks in, looks at his mom and she blurts out a heavy laughter.


HAHAHAHA! You need to do something with your hair. You look like Don King!

Wallace fakes a smile, walks to the fridge for a bottle of Fiji.


What do you want for breakfast, hun?


You’re cooking breakfast? What’s the special occasion?


You’re getting the hell out of my house!

Wallace smiles, letting out a small chuckle. She has one-upped him.

…nicely played, mom.

Wallaced denies breakfast and looks at his watch, which was a gold Citizen Eco Drive.



Where’s dad?


I’ll give you one guess.

Wallace doesn’t need to guess and he knows his mom didn’t expect him to. Wallace knows what it took to make it in the business field. That’s one of the reasons he doesn’t want to go into it. There are benefits, such as his parents being millionaires, but money wouldn’t help him sleep at night.


I’m going to pack. I want to leave by noon.



Wallace walks in and looks around. The seven-day trip to Ann Arbor included taking essentially all the clothes he wears. He hadn’t even unzipped the bag the night before — all part of his plan.

Wallace walks over and sat on his bed, thinking of what he may be forgetting. He looks at his watch.


He sits on his bed, unplugs his phone from the charger and looks at the screen — 34 text messages. He looks through the long list, most being from the group message amongst five others. Someone asked when he was headed back to school, he text by and simply says, “Now.”

Wallace gets off his bed while reading the eight messages from Lindsey — not responding. He picks up his suitcase and walks out of his room, quickly bracing himself for another emotional goodbye from his mom.

[Cut to:]



Wallace is halfway to Casa De Wally. He avoided a huge emotional breakdown from his mom and simply sent his dad a text to say he was headed back to school. This is how Wallace’s communication with his parents always goes. He is fine with it.

He is now driving Interstate-85, listening to “Karma” by Waka Flocka. He laughed when it came on.

            …how fitting?

Wallace rarely drives more than the speed limit, one of the negatives to having a sports car. But Fisker’s incredible gas mileage made the move an easy call, not to mention the surprisingly reasonable pricing.

Wallace is traveling 68 mph in the slow lane when he gets a text — it’s from Lindsey. He ignores it then looks at his Rolex.





***ACT TWO***


The Fisker pulls up quietly right in front of Apartment 23 — his apartment. It’s a townhouse, which sits on the far right of a five-apartment building. Wallace has lived here since freshman year, initially alone, but with a high school friend, Quin, the last year and a half.

Quin walks out of the front door a few seconds after Wallace pulls up. It is clear Quin was keeping an eye out for Wallace’s return. Wallace gets out of the car and gets as warm of a welcome as he expects from the always-energetic Quin.


                        Wally, Wally, Wally! My man! Welcome back, welcome back!


How bored were you over break, man? You’re way too amped up knowing the semester starts in two days.

Quin laughs, but quickly takes a more serious look.


We’re throwing a party tonight, son. Tons of alcohol and plenty of ladies will be there … well, here.


That’s cool, man. I’ll go get some drink later and we’ll turn up. But, for now, I’mma take my stuff up to my room.

Wallace makes his way toward the door, looking at his watch on the way.




The townhouse is basic. There is a small table in the foyer with a basket sitting in the middle. Wallace drops his keys in the basket before walking upstairs toward his room. The walls throughout the entire townhouse are white. The only thing hanging on the walls — other than the 64-inch plasma TV in the living room — is a picture of Jimi Hendrix, which is also in the living room.

The furniture is also bland. The living room includes a couch, a love seat and a recliner. There is a table with four chairs in the dining room, but it’s obvious they are never used. The kitchen has a bar, but the stools are always clearly vacant more times than not.



The room is big and includes a walk-in closet and bathroom that is bigger than Wallace ever needs. His unmade bed sits in the far left corner with a nightstand next to it. A 52-inch TV sits on the dresser across from the bed, next to the bathroom door.

Wallace takes a deep breath as he walks in. He checks his watch.


He assumes people will start showing up in the next two hours. He’s tired and thinks about taking a nap. Lying down on his bed, he takes his phone out of his pocket to see three people in the group message show excitement about the house party. Lindsey also sent four texts. Wallace doesn’t read them.

He gets on Twitter and simply posts, “College life redemption.”

[Cut to:]



Wallace drives down Main Street on the way to the liquor store. Quin is sitting shotgun, rapping along to Nipsey Hussle’s “Rose Clique.” Wallace looks at his watch as he slows down at a stoplight.




Wallace walks in with an eager feeling. He’s always eager when he gets to the liquor store and has no idea why. Although he always gets the same thing, he loves looking around. He’s kind of like a kid in a toy store.

After looking through the whiskeys, vodkas and tequilas, Wallace catches eye of what he’s actually there for. He walks over and grabs a bottle of Henneseey.

            …only $35? Should I get two?

The thought comes and goes and Wallace walks up to the cash register, wanting to just pay and leave.


Is that your car out there? What is it, and how can I get one?

            …here we go again.


It’s a Fisker Karma, 2013. It’s not as expensive as it looks. Great gas mileage, so on and so forth.

Wallace’s clear lack of interest in the conversation doesn’t stop the clerk.


                        Man, I bet that thing is sooooo fast. You ever do any street racing?


How much is the Hen? I’m kind of in a hurry.

[Cut to:]



Wallace and Quin are sitting in the living room, watching a rerun of The Game. Quin is much more into it than Wallace. Both are slow slipping Henney straight. Wallace looks down at his watch.


The doorbell rings, causing Quin to jump up. He answers the door and it’s four friends — the other four (plus Quin) from the group message.


Heyyyyyyyy! What’s up, Quin? Where the hell is Wally? I know he missed me.

They all turn the corner to enter the living room and Wallace is nowhere to be found.

[Cut to:]



Wallace always struggles with what to wear; yet he always wears the same thing. The main question tonight is which jacket he choses. Although it’s warm in the townhouse, there’s snow on the ground outside, and the likelihood of someone leaving a door open is high.

He decides on a simple, blue Ralph Lauren jacket, which goes over a plain red T-shirt. Blue jeans and a red pair of Yeezys complete the outfit. He looks in the mirror to make sure his hair is in order and tucks in his gold chain.

            …there’s never a reason to stunt.



There are close to 50 people at the party. Beer pong is taking place in the dining room, a bowl game is on TV in the living room and around 15 people are camped out in the kitchen, most likely gossiping.

Wallace hasn’t moved from the recliner except to make another drink in some time. He’s on his fifth Henney and is starting to feel why people say, “Fear the Hen.”

At this point he’s not sure how long everyone has been here, but he’s still very coherent. He looks at his watch.



Hey, don’t you, like, live here? This house is nice.


Yeah, this is where Quin and I stay. It’s cool. Speaking of which, have you seen him around here?


Yeaaaaah, I saw him playing beer pong earlier with Jessica. Is that your car out front? It’s really fly.

Wallace doesn’t acknowledge her question as he heads to find Quin. On the way to the dining room he notices numerous people he has never met or seen. While it’s customary with having a house party, he is always a little shaky being in this situation.

Wallace finds Quin in the dining room, playing beer pong with a short Asian chick. Quin’s shirt is wrapped around his head and he’s getting slightly out of control. Wallace tries to get his attention, but Quin is yelling too loud.


Bump this party, let’s head to the bar! Come on, let’s go! If you ain’t there, you’re …. square.


                        Quin! You don’t need to go to the bar, man. You’re out of control.


Walls, get it together, grab your girl, we’re going to the bar. Oh, and can you drive? I’m turnt, cuh.

Wallace looks at his Rolex.


[Cut to:]



Wallace walks next to Quin while trying to keep him from falling over. Quin is so gone he forgot they live three blocks from downtown. The bar scene is varied, but Wallace knows exactly where they’re going.



The group waits outside to get into the club. It’s him, Quin, the other four from the group message and a few other people. He random girl that asked about the townhouse and Fisker is there, too.

Wallace is getting more sober by the minute, which also makes him realize how cold it is. He checks his phone to see the exact temperature. While unlocking his phone he sees he has 48 texts — 16 of them from Lindsey.

He shakes his head and puts his phone back in his pocket, never checking the temperature. Wallace is getting impatient while waiting to get into the club. He checks his watch.



The club is standard. There are two levels along with a dance floor. There’s a bar on each level and another added in one corner. Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz’s “Get Low” is playing when they walk in. It’s packed and hot.

The group makes its way to the bar, but Wallace isn’t planning on getting a drink. Quin, on the other hand, gets the whole group shots. Wallace gives his shot to the random girl, who happened to be standing next to him.


Let’s go daaaaaance! I want to show these white girls what dancing really is.

Wallace can’t help but laugh. Rachel is a terrible dancer, but maybe her ethnicity gives her entitlement. The crew gets to the dance floor and the random girl starts dancing on Wallace. He’s uninterested and steps back. She accepts it as a challenge.


Come onnnnnn, let’s dance! I just want to dance!


I’ve got to go to the bathroom. We can dance when I get back, aight?

[Cut to:]



Wallace thoroughly washes his hands and puts some water on his face. He’s tired of being at the club and wants to go home. After a week in Ann Arbor, tonight is too much for him. He yawns and checks his watch.


Wallace checks his phone and sees he only has four texts — all from Lindsey. The last two say, “I know you’re at 42, don’t be a stranger,” followed by “I see you.”

[Cut to:]



Wallace speed walks back to the group, looking specifically for Quin to tell him what’s up. He makes it back to the crew but doesn’t find Quin before he gets a tap on his shoulder. He knows who it is.

Lindsey is dressed in a stereotypical tight dress that all the college girls wear to clubs. Her hair looks like she had gotten it done that day. She doesn’t look happy.


Why haven’t you been texting me back, Wally? That’s very rude of you. I’d hate for something to happen to you, you know?


Lindsey, you need to leave me the hell alone. I don’t know how you got my number to begin with, but just because we went on two dates doesn’t mean you can stalk me. You got that?


Went on two dates? Wally, you took my virginity! How can you just ignore that? Are you seeing some other girl?

The lie drives Wallace over the edge. The look on his face shows he’s had enough.


Lindsey, until you get a grip on reality, I don’t want to talk to you even when I’m feeling my friendliest. I can’t tell you this enough: leave me alone. And, yes, I’m here with another girl and we’re leaving. Here she is…

Wallace puts his arm around the first girl he sees, knowing any girl in his crew will roll with it. However, when Wallace turned around, he realized his arm was around the random girl. He looks past her face at his Rolex.



*** ACT THREE ***



Wallace knows he’s made a mistake. The random girl is obviously intoxicated and is most likely looking for something that Wallace isn’t. Nonetheless, he is happy he got away from Lindsey and is hopeful Lindsey took the hint.


So, you’re taking me home, huh? How noble of you to rescue me from 42. There are a lot of sketches there, you know?

Wallace doesn’t respond. He’s not interested in what she’s saying. He also wishes he stayed and settled things with Lindsey.

[Cut to:]



The house is trashed. Nothing is broken or stolen, but there are cups everywhere and multiple stains on the floor in every room. There are also several people passed out in the living room and a kid fast asleep on the kitchen floor in an awkward position.

Wallace sends the random girl up to his room. He gets a Fiji water out of the fridge and bag of Chex Mix out of the cupboard before heading up the stairs himself. On the way up, he looks at his watch.




Wallace walks into his room to find the random girl undressing. He offers her a shirt and shorts, which she gladly accepts. He follows by tucking her into his bed and heading back toward the door.


Where are you going? I thought we were going to … you know. Why else would you bring me to your place?


Look, you got caught in the middle of something bigger than you. It’s a long story that I really don’t want to get into, and the only way to avoid that whole situation was say I was with another girl. You just happened to be the first girl I saw. And, no, we’re not going to do anything.

The random girl starts raising her voice and going on a rant. She hits several topics quick, mostly how she isn’t respected and all guys do are tease. Wallace stops her after he looks at his watch.



You think I’m teasing you? You think I don’t respect you because I won’t have sex with you? I don’t even know you. You clearly don’t know me. You need somewhere to stay and I offered that. I don’t care if you’re appreciative or not, but don’t put me down in my own house when you don’t even know what I’m about.

The random girl looks down. She’s embarrassed and apologizes. Wallace nods, never having lost his temper in the first place, but rather speaking directly.


I’m sorry. It’s just … you know how college is. You want to feel wanted. Sex is the main things guys want from girls at the club. You know?


I know plenty of guys like that, but that doesn’t mean every guy is the same. It’s a huge cliché, but it’s true. Tell you what, how about I turn on the TV, we’ll find something to watch, talk a little and we’ll learn a little about each other?

The random girl nods with a smile. Wallace sits on the side of the bed as the girl scoots over. When the bright screen comes on, Archer, appears on the big TV.


Ooooooo, I love Archer!

Wallace smiles and takes a sip of Fiji. He opens the bag of Chex Mix and offers the random girl some. For the first time in hours, he is having a good time.

[Cut to:]



Wallace suddenly wakes up out of a deep sleep. The random girl is still beside him. He smiles — not because he’s glad she’s there, but because she looks peaceful, something he thinks she deserves after having such a hard life.

Wallace sits up and hangs his legs over the side of his bed, taking a sip of Fiji. He had talked to the random girl for hours, checking his watch right before he went to sleep. He couldn’t remember the time.

He takes a look at his phone — 34 text messages. Within the group message, several of his friends ask where he is, but the last one came in around 1:30. There are also three texts from Lindsey. The first included several F bombs. The second was an apology. The third was a wish for his death.

            …you mad, bro?

Wallace looks down at his Rolex, which he wears to sleep more than he wished. He looked at the detailing before he took a glance at the time.


The watch still looked good, but Wallace is looking to upgrade. It’s not that he’s unappreciative for what he has; it was more than he wanted something more professional. Wallace is pretty sure he’s getting a Hublot Big Bang for graduation, and he couldn’t be any more excited about it.

He told his parents multiple times he would help pay for it. Both parents thought a $14,000 watch a little ridiculous, but they said the same thing about the Fisker. That’s why Wallace forked over half the cost of the car — paying for it from money he had invested in the stock market.

            …just like dad.

The random girl takes a deep breath, snapping Wallace out of his deep thought. She rolls over and stays fast asleep. Wallace looks at her again, thinking about everything she told him. He doesn’t think of any one story in particular she told him, but rather the pain she feels and how hard life is capable of being.

Then, he thinks about himself — how his hardship is that he doesn’t want to be what he may be best at. He thinks about it again and realize he doesn’t know what he’s best at. He’s always been told he would make a great businessman, so that’s what Wallace aspired to be.

Wallace takes the last swallow of the Fiji water, stands up and goes to the use the bathroom. Afterward he heads down to the kitchen to get another bottle, still in his red T-shirt, jeans and tall, black Nike socks.



Wallace is on his way down the stairs when he hears the front door open. Quin and the other four come in as loud as they were last night. They’re laughing while Quin tries to get out a joke.


Looks like you guys had a lot of fun. Where’d you go? It’s like 6:30.


Man, you missed it. We stayed at fo-two until the lights were on then went to a house party until like 5. You know we had to close it out with Waffle House. How about you and ole’ girl? You get it in?


Naw, man, we just chilled and watched some Archer.


Ha ha ha ha, are you serious, brother? At least come up with a good lie if you’re going to waste my time with that. I’m going to bed, man. It’s been a long night.

Wallace slaps Quin on the back as he heads up the stairs and says peace to the others. Wallace is thankful they aren’t staying. He peeks around the corner into the living room to see if people are still passed out on the couch. They aren’t. He’s thankful again.

[Cut to:]



The sun is fully up now, coming straight through the kitchen blinds, causing Wallace to put his hand up to block the rays. When he puts his hand down he checks his watch.


The guy that was passed out on the kitchen floor is gone. That makes Wallace the happiest he’s been in a while. There was something about him that Wallace didn’t feel comfortable about.

Wallace opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of Fiji and walks over to the cupboard. He opens the cabinet and sees all the Chex Mix is gone. He’s disappointed, but feels creative.

            …egg sandwich it is.

Wallace takes the next five minutes scrambling eggs and putting a piece of white American cheese on top. He toasts two pieces of wheat bread, adds the eggs and cheese to them and puts a piece of ham inside the bread, as well, for good measure.


He takes the opposite way out of the kitchen, heading to the living room to eat an early breakfast before going back to check on the random girl.



Wallace turns the corner and walks across the living room to the recliner. He looks for the remote, not sure where it may have gone throughout the chaos of the night. As Wallace explores between the love seat and couch, he sees a thick, red liquid on the couch and floor. There’s a lot of it.

            …what the hell?

Wallace turns around and sees the uncomfortable kid standing on the foyer side of the living room. His shirt is covered in blood. He looks straight at Wallace without moving.


                        Sorry for what I did to your couch. I promise it was an accident.


Bro, what happened to you?! We’ve got to get you to the hospital!


                        No, Wallace, I don’t need to go to the hospital. We need to have a talk.


Wait, what? How do you know my name?


I know a lot about you, including your first name. But me knowing your first name is the least of your troubles. Now, sit down. We need to have a little talk or things will escalate quickly.

The uncomfortable kid pulls out a gun form the waistline of his jeans. Wallace calmly sits down in the recliner with his egg sandwich and Fiji.


                        Are you going to shoot me or something? Is that your plan?


                        Oh, I’m going to shoot you, but I want to have a nice, little talk first.

Wallace picks up his egg sandwich and takes a bite. He looks at his watch.




*** ACT FOUR ***



Wallace is surprised how calm he is considering a stranger covered in blood is holding a gun toward him. Wallace continues eating his egg sandwich and doesn’t say anything until he finishes.

Once the sandwich is gone, Wallace takes a few gulps of Fiji and looks at his watch.



All right, why are you holding a gun, pointing it in my direction? Also, who are you and what the hell do you want from me?

The uncomfortable kid smiles, which irritates Wallace.


You should let me doing the questioning. I know why I’m here and you know that you’re going to take a bullet. That’s all that needs to be known on your end. But I do have a question for you … how much do you cherish your life? Why should I let you live?


Ha, you’re a real Billy Badass. The first thing you need to understand is I’m not going to beg you for my life. You’re just a kid with a gun. You’re not someone that I’m afraid of, and that’s not going to change. Pull the trigger if you’re tough. Do it.


You didn’t answer the question.


Fine, I’ll play your game. I cherish my life because I have so much to be thankful for. I’m incredibly fortunate, come from a great family that is known for success and I’m well on my way to being successful, too.


That’s where I have beef with you.

Wallace gives a confused look, expecting the uncomfortable kid to continue talking. While Wallace waits, he takes a closer look at the blood covering the kid’s shirt. It’s dry.


My problem with you comes from you having everything. Everyone doesn’t have that. More specifically, I don’t have that. And that’s what I want. I want to have a little bit of everything. And that’s why I’m here. I’m going to take yours and make it mine.

Wallace lets out a loud laugh.


You really do think you’re hard, don’t you? How much Chief Keef do you listen to every day? I’m a kid, bruh. I’m 22 years old. What could you take from me?


For starters, I could take your life. I could take the thing most precious to you and your parents.

Wallace becomes heated, but remains calm on the outside. He responds with a bit of swagger in his voice.


All right, I see. That’s cool. But what do you gain by me being dead? I mean, other than life in prison.

The uncomfortable kid had yet to move. He was perfectly still, sitting on the couch.


I have nothing to gain. That’s why I’m here. The craziest thing about all of this is you have no idea who I am. We went to high school together, bruh. We had classes together and you don’t even know that. We talked all the time. I considered you one of my closest friends.

Wallace thinks about who the uncomfortable kid could be, but he comes up empty.


Would you like to know why my shirt is bloody? I did that. When you walked into the kitchen after getting home with that girl, you didn’t even bother to check on me or anyone that was face first on the floor. You just went upstairs to slam some chick. I figured I’d give you one more chance to show some compassion. You failed, but it hurt. It hurt so bad I needed the physical pain to stop the mental pain.

Wallace looks bored of the conversation and looks at his watch.



Your life is on the line and this is how you react? You look at your watch like you’re questioning how long this is going to take!

Wallace looks up with a smirk. He even lets out a loud exhale.


Yeah, man. That’s exactly what this is. I’m bored here because either you’re going to kill me or you’re not. You came here with a plan and it was to either do it or to not do it. I’m not afraid of you or dying.

There are a lot of things — great things — I could do in literally the next five years, but fate has other plans sometimes. If this is the way I’m going to die, then this is it. Do what you will, I have no regrets.

The uncomfortable kids looks livid. If this were a cartoon he would have steam coming out of his ears.


My family will miss me more than I’d ever want them to, but they’d be fine without me. Even though I don’t talk to them as much as I should they know how much I love them. And we’ve still got 22 years of memories to be thankful for. It’s all about perception.

And look at you. You crash my house party, pass out in my kitchen floor and all that just to kill me? You’re a joke. I feel bad for you because everyone deserves happiness, but you’re the reason you don’t have any. This is on you.

The uncomfortable kid moves for the first time since he sat down on the couch. He only inches to the left, but it’s movement. He sits there for several seconds thinking.

Wallace looks down at his watch.



Why do you keep looking at your watch?


Several reasons. The first is because time management is the most important part of being success. There’s no time management without knowing the time. The second is because I’ve always felt pressured that there wasn’t enough time to get everything done. I always wanted to know how much more time I had to get things completed.

Wallace is surprised how much he just opened up.


And what time is it now?


Seven twenty-four.


That has a meaning to you, doesn’t it?

Wallace looks stunned. He has no idea how the uncomfortable kid knows that.  Maybe they really were great friends in high school or even earlier than that. Regardless, Wallace can’t help but answer.


When I was younger I used to like to pretend the time that equaled the month and day of my birthday actually was my birthday so for one minute it was like a celebration. Right now is that minute.

The uncomfortable kid smiles.


Happy birthday, Wallace.





*** THE END ***

***ACT ONE***



Wallace wakes inhaling a huge breath like he has just overcome nearly drowning in a swimming pool. He looks around frantically. Everything is in place how he remembers. The random girl is still lying next to him.

            …what’s going on?

His breathing slows and it feels good to overcome what could have easily been a panic attack. He is still confused, but takes a second to look at his watch.


Wallace gets out of bed, waking the random girl, who asks where he’s going.


I’ve got to run downstairs real quick and make sure everything is all right with the house. My parents would kill me if this place got too trashed.

The random girl rolls her eyes and turns back over. Wallace is still wearing jeans, his red T-shirt and black Nike socks. His Yeezys are on the floor with his jacket lying next to them. He glances in the mirror as he walks toward the doorway.

            …Don King? More like Ab-Soul.


Wallace walks around the house, looking at everything carefully before he ultimately makes it to the living room. Everything in the dining room is as he remembers in what he assumed was a dream. The kitchen is the same, as well.

            …I really am out of Chex Mix.

What Wallace sees in the living room, however, leaves the hairs on the back of his neck standing. He feels a chill down his spine. On the table next to the recliner sits a plate and bottle of Fiji water.

            …what? How?

Wallace feels himself getting light headed. He sits down on the coach, remembering there was blood on the floor. He looks in the corner. No blood.

            …what the hell is going on?

Wallace hears a noise from the foyer and is hesitant to get off the couch. He’s convinced it’s the uncomfortable kid that shot him in what may have been a dream, but he’s also doesn’t know what’s real anymore.

Wallace sits perfectly still until he hears a voice calling his name. It’s Quin.



Wallace walks into the foyer, scaring Quin when he meets him in the entranceway of the townhouse.


What’s wrong with you, cuz? Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Damn, I’m already hungover.


What time did you guys get in?


It was like 5 or something. We talked to you right here before going to bed, bruh.

Wallace’s face doesn’t hide the surprise. Quin gives him a weird look, questioning what’s wrong.


I had a dream that I got shot, except everything that happened in the dream was real. Like, it really happened.


You don’t look shot to me.

Wallace doesn’t acknowledge the comment as he sits down on the steps. Quin starts reminding Wallace about the night, trying to catch him up on everything. It’s all a blur to Wallace.


Speaking of which, did you hit that? You know she’s a freak, right?

Wallace doesn’t respond and looks at his watch.


[Cut to:]



Wallace awakes with a sudden internal jolt. He’s in his bed. The random girl is gone, but everything else is the same as the first time he woke up. He looks at his watch.


He swings his legs off the side of the bed and sits there for a few minutes. He looks at his phone — 32 texts. All 32 are from the group message, all talking about the night before.

            …ah, college.

Wallace checks Twitter, but doesn’t send out a tweet. He scans through the last 18 hours that he missed on his timeline and closes his phone. Just as he sets it down on his nightstand, it rings.

It’s his mom.


Wallace, baby, are you OK? I had a terrible, terrible dream last night. Please tell me everything is OK.

Wallace pulls his ear away from the phone and stares at it for a few seconds before responding.


                        Yeah, I’m fine. What happened in the dream?


I got a phone call from the police that you had been killed. Someone  shot you after a party or something. Thank God it was just a dream!

Wallace feels like Mike Tyson in his prime had given him a body shot. Fighting the breathlessness, Wallace found a way to tell him mom about his “dream.”


Mom, I don’t know how to explain it. It was Clarence, only I couldn’t remember who he was. How could I ever forget about him? He was so angry, mom. I don’t understand it…

She cuts him off, speaking with a soft voice.


Baby, you know Clarence is gone. I’m sure you still miss him a lot. You two had great times together in elementary school, but he’s been dead for about 10 years now. It’s just a dream.

Her kind words don’t help Wallace. He had seen an older form of Clarence, and he didn’t like what he saw. The image is burned into his mind.

What mostly has Wallace shaken was it appeared Clarence was seeking revenge on his killer, only Wallace isn’t the guy. Clarence was gunned down at a local McDonald’s when he was 10 years old. It was part of a botched robbery. He was trying to exchange the toy that came in his Happy Meal. Wallace had always made fun of him for still eating Happy Meals at that age, but it was all a friendly thing.

Wallace and his mom escaped the rain of fire unharmed, but the cashier and Clarence weren’t as lucky. The gunman was never found.

[Cut to:]



Wallace is feeling slightly better than earlier, accepting that the run-in with Clarence had been nothing other than a dream. He’s driving down Main Street listening to T.I.’s “24s.” He gets a text and sees it’s from a number doesn’t have saved in his phone. He looks at his watch.


[Cut to:]



Wallace sits in the living room, looking up his class schedule online. Classes start in the morning. He’s annoyed he has an 8 a.m. every day of the week, but happy he’s done with class by 11 every day.

Quin is on the couch, sprawled out, watching The Game on BET. He’s way too into it. Wallace looks at Quin and feels slightly jealous of how carefree Quin’s life seems to be.


Dog, why are you going into education? I know it’s not because you love teaching.


It’s more than teaching, for real. You’ve got to educate the future. Without education we’re all a bunch of ignorance fools running around and killing each other.

It is possibly the deepest thing Wallace has ever heard from Quin.


Why are you going into business?


                        I don’t really know. It’s just always been the plan, you know?


Yeah, the plan to make millions and get any honey you want, amirite?

Wallace laughs, thinking so much for Quin being deep.




***ACT TWO***



Wallace walks out of his last class of the day. He’s relived to have the first day of his final semester done. He also knows the semester will only get harder. On his way out of Smith Hall, Wallace hears someone yell his name from down the hall.


Mr. Wallace, it’s so good to see you. How was your break? Are you working on any business assignments right now outside of class? I talked to your dad and it didn’t seem like you were doing anything business related.


                        I’ve got a few ideas that I’m working through.

[Cut to:]



The first day of the semester happens to fall on a Thursday and no matter if it is the beginning, middle or end of the semester, Thirsty Thursday is recognized. Wallace and Quin are on the way to the liquor store to get some more Hennessey.

Quin is ranting and raving about the pregame party they are hosting at the townhouse, mostly about the girls that are supposedly coming. Wallace listens to all of it and as they pull up to the liquor store and looks at his watch.


[Cut to:]



The pregame is poppin off. Quin is being his usual self, but having a lot of fortune with the ladies tonight. Wallace is being surprisingly social, talking to multiple people. He is enjoying the conversation not surrounding the townhouse or his car.


Wally, come here, man. I want you to meet a guy. He has a business proposal for us. It’s pretty dope.

Wallace and Quin walk into the kitchen, where there is a kid sitting on the counter, surrounded by multiple people.


Walls, this is Jay. He’s a genius. I met him over the summer.


Wallace, I hear you have quite a business mind. I want for both of us to make some money off of it. If you’re not willing to let your morals get in a way then you can be a very, very rich man.

Wallace is skeptical, but certainly intrigued. While he thinks it over he looks at his watch.



Quin, here, has been selling for me since the summer. I’ve got a good crew doing bids, but we need someone doing our finances and keeping up with that side of things. Are you interested?

Wallace’s immediate reaction was the surprise that Quin had been selling drugs for more than half a year without him knowing. It is a conversation he plans on having with his roommate later. For now, Wallace is more interested in the business deal with Jay.


How many of your guys have been arrested? And how much of the cut am I getting?

Jay laughs, very obviously amused at Wallace’s directness. He’s also impressed that Wallace isn’t intimidated.


I’ve had two guys arrested in five years. It was their fault both times for running their mouths and trying to stunt. As for your cut, I was thinking 10 percent of all sales. That typically comes out to around $6,000 a month.

Wallace doesn’t show any reaction. He doesn’t move while he considered the proposal. Quin is also still.


                        All right, I’m in. When do we start?


Tomorrow. For now, let’s enjoy the night. Make a drink, Wallace, you’ve got a lot to toast for.




Wallace is having a good time. He’s turnt and dancing, but not grinding. He’s not a fan of grinding. Wallace is wildin’ out with Quin and the group without a concern in the world. Jay and his crew are sitting at a booth in a corner.

Wallace knows he’s had too much to drink. He’s checks his phone and sees a text from the same number he didn’t recognize earlier. Rather than reading the messages and trying to figure out who it is, he simply texts back and asks.

Before he even has time to put his phone in his pocket, someone taps him on the shoulder. He turns around and sees the random girl. Wallace greets her with a huge hug.


                                                Why didn’t you text me back?


Ohhhhhh, that was you? Check your phone, I just did!

The random girl smiles and rolls her eyes. Wallace is happy to see her, which surprises him. Rather than asking when she left in the morning, Wallace twirls her around and continues on with his night.

Having the time of his life, he checks his watch.




For the second consecutive night, the random girl is in Wallace’s room. For the second consecutive night, the two talk until they both fall asleep. As Wallace falls asleep he can tell a friendship is forming. He checks his watch.




—-Three Months Later—-



Wallace walks out of Room 218 and thinks about all the work he has to do when he gets home. Working for Jay has been well worth his time, but Wallace is spending more time on that than anything else. And yet, his grades are fine, his bank account is stacked and his life is the same it had always been.

Wallace doesn’t have a care in the world, but that’s because he’s got his business figured out. For the first time in his life, Wallace knows that the business world is for him.

Exiting the building, Wallace checks his watch.




Wallace and Quin are sitting across from each other. The TV is on, but neither are watching it. Instead, the two roommates are talking. They hadn’t had a real, sober conversation in a while. Between Quin selling drugs and Wallace being in charge of the finances — adding in school for both — they are very busy.


You know, I think it’s hilarious we’re both doing so well in the drug game and yet neither of us have done drugs.


I know, right? Bruh, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been asked about how a certain weed is and I have to tell them I have no idea. Well, typically I’m just like, “Oh, it’s some good dank.” They always buy it.

They both sit back and chill. There is a long silence, both focusing on the TV for several minutes.


Cuz, have you ever thought about making a deal with a client?


Ha, are you serious? You’ve clearly lost your mind. I barely like talking to people that I do know. Why would I want to make good friends with a stranger, especially one that is using me for drugs?


Naw, man, you should try it. I mean, just come with me sometime. Better than that, come with me tonight. I have to meet a regular. It’s nothing big.

Wallace thinks about it and agrees. He has a weird feeling about it, but he assumes it’s just nerves. After telling Quin that he’s in, Wallace looks at his watch.




Wallace wakes up from a nap. He has a slight headache — the kind you have after a deep-sleep nap. He checks his phone. The random girl sent him three texts while he was asleep. The friendship between the two is strong. It’s nothing more than a friendship, which is all the two want.

Wallace told her before his nap about going to the drug deal and in one of the texts he had on his phone she shows concern. She is a good person, but has made bad decision, just like most college students. Wallace laughs at the thought, thinking he’s the same.

            …I’m a huge part of a small drug cartel. This thing falls apart without me.

Wallace stays humble, though, just like his dad had always told him. He texts the random girl back and checks his watch.


Wallace stands up and starts getting dressed. The drug deal is set for 6 p.m.



Wallace and Quin sit in a car provided by Jay, waiting for the client to show up. The goods are in the trunk. Quin rarely knows what he is selling. Jay found a system where he would put the drugs in duffle bags and place the duffle bags in the truck. All the contact was done through Jay and the clients. Quin was just the messenger.

Wallace and Quin sit in the car mostly silent. They both are getting restless, wondering where the client is. Wallace looks at his watch.



                        How long are we going to have to wait? Does this normally happen?


This has never happened. I don’t know if there’s a certain waiting time. We’ll leave at 6:30 if no one shows up, though.


[Cut to:]



The time had come and gone without anyone showing up. Quin isn’t sure what happened and Wallace is just as bewildered.

Neither says much on the drive back to the townhouse.



The Dodge Charger pulls up in front of the townhouse and Wallace and Quin sit in the car for a minute before getting out. Quin shows obvious concern about the client not showing up, not for the client’s sake, but for his. The concern built throughout the trip home.

Wallace understands his concern, but he tries to calm Quin down.

As the roommates walk toward the townhouse door, Quin points a car in the parking lot that looks just like Jay’s.


                        Oh my God, bro. That’s his car. I’m about to get dropped!

Quin hurries inside and Wallace SMHs while letting out a small laugh. While walking inside Wallace looks at his watch.




Wallace jokes with Quin about getting shot as he walks in the front door. Quin laughs back, but doesn’t sound like he’s joking as much as his laugh leads on.

Quin puts his keys in the basket and points out to Wallace that the living room light is on.


You complain all the time about leaving lights on and then you leave one on? Come on, man.


I didn’t leave that light on, bruh. Getcha mind right.

The two continue the conversation for a minute and then stop, staring at each other. It is like they’re on the same brain wave. They walk toward the living room cautiously, but both walk into it confidently. Once fully in the room, both stop in their tracks.


Gentleman, sit down. We need to have a nice talk.



***ACT FOUR***



Wallace feels paralyzed in fear. He has a million thoughts in his mind, but the biggest is that Quin is right. Jay is here to take care of business — business they hadn’t taken care of.


                        You guys look really, really tense. Why don’t you sit down?

Wallace shakes his head as he sees the gun sitting on Jay’s lap. He snickers a little, but knows the situation isn’t a laughing matter. He looks at his watch.


Wallace is sitting in the recliner and Quin plops down on the love seat. Jay is on the couch. There’s a minute of silence before Jay begins his speech.


What happened with the deal earlier tonight, Quin?


                        The client didn’t show. I can’t make a deal if he doesn’t show.


Oh, the client showed. But the client left when he saw someone else sitting in your car. Haven’t I told you to not take anyone with you on deals?

Quin looks at Wallace then looks down. The look to Wallace was more apologetic than anything. Quin doesn’t respond to Jay.


Normally this wouldn’t be that big of an issue, but this client was making a huge purchase. Actually, that’s an understatement.

Wallace and Quin look at each other. Quin is terrified. Wallace is holding his cool.


                        You two cost me a lot of money. The deal was for 34 pound of yay.

Quin lets out a weird noise. Wallace feels a little surprised at how surprised he is. Jay continues talking, but Wallace isn’t listening. He’s embarrassed more than anything. This idea of a this job has turned on him. The money is nice, but now he may die.


Get your phones out and call your parents. Tell them that you love them. If you don’t love them, then tell them that. This is your last chance to be honest.

Wallace doesn’t think deep into what Jay says. He simply takes out his phone and looks at the all the texts sitting on his phone — 16 messages. He doesn’t read any of them; he just calls home.

His mom answers.


                        Hey, mom. If dad is home can you put the phone on speaker?

His mom seems skeptical, but she calls his dad into the room and puts the call on speaker.


Look, I’ve been working in a dirty business and things aren’t going well. I don’t know what the repercussions are going to be, but I wanted to let you know this isn’t related to how you guys raised me. You did an amazing job and I couldn’t ask for more in life.

His parents are obviously confused. Wallace continues talking.


I just want to make sure you guys know I love you. I love you and I’m extremely happy with what I’ve done in life. I’m … content.

Jay hits his gun on the table and points at his watch. Wallace wraps up the call with an “I love you.”


                        All right, guys, good. I’m glad we could get that out of the way.

Wallace looks at his watch.


Jay points his gun at Quin, who is in tears. Jay laughs, seeing how Quin is handling the situation.


You think you’re a real badass, don’t you, Jay? Holding a gun on two guys that don’t have a weapon? Wow, you’re a man. Someone needs to put you in your place, and I don’t mean physically. You’re a chump.

Jay looks shocked and appalled that someone spoke to him that way. He turns his gun toward Wallace and begins yelling.


You know what, big shot? You weren’t even going to get got, but now you’re taking a bullet first. You’re so disrespectful. Someone needs to put you in your place.

Wallace smiles. He’s clearly not intimidated.


Go ahead, bruh. I’ve talked to my parents, they know I love them. They already knew that anyway. I’ve done everything in life I planned to do. Turns out I am a great businessman. I could have been just as good as my dad. There’s no discussion about it now.

Jay, who looks clearly unimpressed by Wallace’s speech, takes three shots toward Wallace. After the first hits Wallace in the stomach, he attempts to make a dash toward the foyer. The second and third bullets hit Wallace in the leg.

Wallace hits the floor and can tell the difference between his dream from January with Clarence and this reality. This is painful. This didn’t just end like a screenplay. This is … real.

As Wallace attempts to make to crawl to the foyer he hears two more shots. He knows at least one was a headshot in Quin’s direction.

Wallace puts his head down for a second, realizing his best friend is dead. He quickly continues his battle to get out of the house, knowing his fate may soon be the same. He feels a heavy foot on his back push him to the ground. Jay walks over him and looks at him before walking out of the front door.


It’s just business. You know that, right?

Wallace looks up at Jay and quickly looks back down. Blood is flowing quickly from Wallace’s abdomen and he knows his time isn’t long. Wallace lies there for a second, trying to figure out a plan.

            …maybe this is just my time.

He works his right arm around to in front of his head and looks at his watch as the front door closes and Jay heads to his car for a clean getaway.



Well, look at that. …Happy birthday, Wallace.

The world turns black within the next five seconds. Flatline.










***THE END***