Charlie Rose

Prince's Gold

“So how much?” Prince screws his bruised face in discus at the question. “ Jesus King, were talking about my father here. I’m trying to tell you a story about the guy, Why is it always about the fucking money.” King reaches her hand out to console Prince who pushed away at the thought, leaning into the the empty beer cans on the counter. abruptly the wood paneled walls rocked back and forth raced by muffled screams coming from outside the trailer. “ Does this story have anything to do with why there’s a man chained to the side of truck?” Prince pulls a little black notebook from his pocket laying it on the counter. "What is that, asked King.” Prince sobs hanging his head in his hands that were wrapped in bandages that barely held from being ripped away brushing through his hair. "King, ruffles through the trash on the floor until she stood face to face with a teary eyed Prince who looked off to the side as he wiped away his expression for a stone look. “I'm sorry about your father , I’ve had a long night, I’m just a little tired. King sits down on the worn futon crossing her legs with eager eyes.