Jock sat on a lawn chair looking bored as fuck as he came down off his high. The joint was packed out. The “Welcome Back from the Dead” party for his pops was getting bigger by the minute, and so was Jock’s funky attitude. With Viceroy back on the scene a nigga couldn’t even get lifted as much as he wanted to. He couldn’t run up on none of these fine honeys walking around wagging their asses in itsy-bitsy bikini bottoms, and he damn sure couldn’t kick back in the grass and puff no chronic or no yay. Jock yanked the brim of his fitted down over his forehead and stared at the huge house next door where a big party was going on too. The Dominions were one of the few black families who owned waterfront property in Horseshoe Bay, and even though Jock had spent a lot of summers out here at the lake, he had never really fucked with the neighbors too much. Except for the blond chick named Lisa who lived next door and who had been giving him the sweet eye for the past summer or two.
