The wigger

We pulled into a part by the tennis courts next to a tree.  The shade gave us a break from the shining sun, though not enough to stop the sweat from streaming down my back.  When I looked over to the sidewalk I saw a white kid about 13 in a fubu shirt and basketball shorts trying to walk like a gangster.  I glanced back at Beth who had the same expression as me.  She just shook her head and looked out the other window.

I focused through the front windshield.  I wasn't used to this neighborhood, but a few blocks ahead I could see the familiar highway.  Every time a car pulled from around the bend I sat up, hoping it would stop and be him. 

"Where did he say he was?" I asked, brushing sweat from my forehead.

"Well, he originally said he was at the park," she sighed,"but he's clearly not.  He said he was driving a blue car though."  At that moment, Haylie started crying.  Beth turned around with her babies binky in hand, and things went quiet again.  Eventually, a green SUV pulled in and parked in front of us.

"Yeah, that's him" she said, opening her door.

"I thought you said it was blue?"  I trailed off.  I realized how stupid a question it was mid-sentence.  He was clearly too high to know what color his own car was.  She just smiled and got out.  I opened my door, but waited until she was infront of the car to get out.  I walked to the edge and handed her a 20, then leaned back against the car.  I didn't know the guys, so I left it up to her to get the stuff.

I could hear a conversation, but couldn't make out the words.  I walked back and sat back in the carseat.  I saw them hand her the bag and shut the door.  She walked back giggling.  "They're so high," she laughed.  She started the car, and started driving back down the street.  We passed the little wannabe gangster white kid again, and I got the most genius idea...well the most genius idea of that day. 

"Beth, pull next to that kid."  I said rolling down the window.  She did without asking any questions.  "Psst hey kid!" he looked at me, then turned around to see if anyone else was around that I was talking too.  "Yeah, I'm talking to you!"  I grabbed the weed and held it out the window.  "You want to buy some drugs, kid?" 

"Uhhh, no.  Drugs are bad for you."  He said.  Me and Beth busted out laughing.

"Look kid, I would change your image before you get to high school.  If you go dressed like that, people might be under the false impression that you're hardcore.  They'll be pretty pissed when they find out your not.  They might even jump you!" Beth yelled.  The kid looked terrified.

"Yeah, here let me get you used to it.  Have you ever seen a gun?" I asked.  Reaching to the backseat.  The kid took of running across the street.  Before either of us could say anything else we started laughing.  I guess it was pretty loud because Kaylie started crying again. 

"Oh baby, do wiggers make you sad?" she said, turning around to calm her down again.  "Woo, okay let's go get high!"

And we lived happily ever after!