The brother's logic is stop when you got it
But I don't, got it yet
So I'm not gonna stop it
“VICTOR… my dude…” slurred AD’s brother Donatello. “DUDE you are blowing the fuck UP my mannnn!!!”
“Hey, hey Don… yeah… naw… you having a good night man?” Vic felt weird.
This got a big smile from Don, excitement welling in his chest: “Yeah dude I’m great.”
WORD, thought Vic. I feel weird still though.
Vic’s wariness faded a bit, though, when Don suddenly and honorably stopped himself from giving in to an obviously high-inertia urge to drunkenly exude, and instead drew up with an arm around Vic’s shoulders, all innocently-narrowed eyes of concern. “But seriously, brother. You be careful with those sharks. You know, music industry rule three-thousand and thirty — ”
“Four thousand and eigthy,” Vic obnoxiously muttered, unheard.
“ — and all that noise — look dude, I love you man, I don’t want you to get taken for a ride, lose your shit, lose your money, and end up married to like Angelina Jolie or some shit.”
Kool Vic laughed — “Yeah, man. That would be fucking terrrrible.”
Sarcasm unheard: “I KNOW man. Seriously, she seems like an awful person. But yeah no do you get my meaning Vic? I’m serious.”
“I hear you bro. No, I do.”
“GOOD man. You’re a good man Vic. Good, man, so yeah dude — do your thing man — I’m proud as fuck of ya — but once you get it, you know, fuckin' get out. Man. You know?” Donatello was a regular genius, but when he got drunk the dude just talked and talked and talked. “Get it,” he repeated, “and then get out. QED.”
Vic took a deep breath and looked his friend in the eyes, determination gripping him by the thickest tufts of his beard. “You’re probably right, my brother, and I will try and remember this moment, man. For real man. No doubt. But yo, I ain’t got it yet. I don’t know what that’s gonna look like when it does. So you know what, dude… I ain’t gonna stop til I get to that bridge. And then we’ll see what it costs to cross it. WE SHALL JUST SEE.” With his last words, he shook his friend vigorously by the shoulders and, with one last resolute stare, flew into the sky.
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