I passed a Nissan Maxima sitting low to the ground parked in front of
a corner store. The driver was inside and left his car running and the
music playing. The windows were rolled down letting a track by
Jay Z and R Kelly blare out into the streets. The trunk was knocking
like it had three band members chained down inside playing bass
drums. The closer I got to the car the more I could hear the bolts in the
car’s frame rattle from all the power coming from the bass in the trunk.
I just smiled.
I walked into the Laundromat only to be greeted by my favorite woman.
She always gives me this disapproving smirk and kind of cuts her eye.
It’s usually followed with a “Mm hm”. I just grin in return. I would
oppose her smirk but I’m usually to busy staring at her four gold front
teeth peeking through her chunky cheeks and lips. I pay for my laundry
and tell her I’ll see her next week. She replies. “Mm hm. Alright now.”