In his mind, no one knew how to clean his truck better than the Mexican employees who worked there. He was getting ready to open his third beer knowing full well he was a target for the cops by driving a white truck with illegally tinted windows. But opening the beer and pouring it to his lips while bumping loud ass music was a testament of his lack of respect for the law. His phone rang and he was upset because he was just getting into his favorite song off of Jeeze’s CD called “Hypnotize”. Whoever it was, he wanted them to be quick. “Speak on it.” “Smokes, its Silver. You got a sec?” This bitch nigga is gettin’ on my fuckin’ nerves. He thought. “What’s good?” “When we gonna take care of that thing?” “What thing?” Smokes asked as he pulled into the car wash’s parking lot. There was a long line so he knew it would be about thirty minutes before they even looked at his truck. He had plenty of time to discuss the matter with Silver. Instead he said, “Hurry up!
