- Thank you. - Jamal.

Goodbye.

We'll be in touch.

- I didn't knock this time, man. - To whom were you speaking?

I'll tell you that when I get my 5000 words back.

Bolt the door...

...if you're coming in.

The man in the car?

He was from this private school.

They want me to go there.

We don't have to pay anything, though.

We live a couple blocks from here, me and my mom.

Well, my brother was there a couple of years ago...

...but he left after my dad left.

My mom got tired of waiting for my dad to get himself clean.

And my dad got tired of trying.

But that's when I started writing.

What's your name?

Jamal Wallace.

Sounds like some kind of marmalade.