Roll Over
I heard them talking above me and kept my eyes shut.
“What’s he got?”
“I dunno, dunno if he got anything.”
“You know him?”
“Seen him around.”
“Think he got something?”
“Well, he probably got something. I mean, most of us got something.”
“Not me, man. I ain’t got nothing.”
“I know you don’t, loser. But this guy, he looks like he ain’t been on the street long.”
“How can you tell?”
“Dumbass, anyone can tell if they didn’t start their day off with a 40 and can think straight.”
“You mean me, right? It was only half a 40, man. And that’s rare. Rare that I had it still from last nite after I passed out. Usually it spills or someone takes it.”
“Or someone pees in it.”
“What?!”
“Nothing, hey man, we gonna roll this guy or what?”
