“No, you don’t.”
I laughed and shoved the envelope inside my hoodie.
“Good looking.”
“I want that back.”
“You’ll get it.”
“When?”
“Why everybody keep asking me that today?”
“Because you owe everybody money.”
“Two people.”
“That I know of.”
I grabbed the door handle.
“Fuck you.”
“Xay.”
I looked back.
He wasn’t laughing anymore.
“Clean this shit up before it clean itself up for you.”
I stared at him for a second.
Then shook my head.
“You sound like somebody uncle.”
“And you act like somebody stupid-ass nephew.”
I opened the door.
“I’m good.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I stepped out and shut the door.
Frozo rolled the window down.
“And stop fucking relatives!”
I looked around the block.
“Nigga, shut the fuck up!”
He pulled off laughing.
“Asshole,” I mumbled.