Who the Hell Doesn't Want Some Ice-T On a Hot Summer Sunday?

Part of the seat belt was sticking into my spine and I really needed to pee, I was not about to risk losing the window seat by suggesting a gas station stop, plus it looked like we were getting close. Hard to say since the  I -75 freeway looked pretty much the same plus, I couldn’t drive yet.

It was the end of summer, my friends older brother had returned from college with facial hair and a fairly constant bad mood, I deeply related to him and his music choices I heard blaring from his car window. He made a sarcastic comment about whatever it was we were doing when he passed by, didn’t bother me because he added “you gonna waste your whole summer with these dorks? ” I wasn’t sure if I loved him or what.