They close in an hour! You put on your dirty, white, knock-off Jordan's and try to race ten blocks. Your cuz, Andrew, and his crew roll up in their clam-baked cruiser and offer you a ride to the drug store. You can see the freckles and the dark circles around eyes under his maroon bandana. He doesn't get a lot of sleep. He likes to get baked and stay up all night contemplating the meaning of the universe as he stares at his cracked, leaky ceiling. He's only a few years older than you and he still has a baby face. When you and all your cousins were little and playing together after church, he was always the most high-strung. He would cry, then wander off to rip weeds out of cracks in the pavement. You wonder how many X's are used to describe the size of his T-shirt as you try not to stare into those relentlessly drowsy eyes. Do you accept the ride or decline?
