Lucid Dreams

by Ladii Nesha

Backing into the garage, Dai signaled them to open the gates. Confused, the guard pulled the nine from his pants and quizzically gazed at the car. The distasteful ride didn’t look familiar, and the guard was seconds away from decorating it with bullet holes. Sticking his head out of the window, Dai impatiently waved his hand. “Open the fucking gate, nigga! Who else gone be driving this nasty ass car?” “Calm all that shit down.” The guard hit the button. “Fuck you, nigga, open the fucking gate before I burn rubber on your fat ass feet.” The guard gave him the finger as the gate lifted. Dai backed up and threw the car in park before hopping out and dusting his pants. Rico stood there with an amused expression on his face. “What you want with this piece of shit?” Dai questioned, glaring in his direction. “Do I ask what you spend your money on?” Rico questioned, walking toward the car. “You can, and I’ll tell you to mind yo business, but this shit is stupid. We snatch up-to-date cars, fresh off-the-lot cars, but this nasty piece of shit ain’t worth nothing.” “It’s not always about the car.” He walked toward the rear and popped the trunk. Dai was expecting to see a treasure chest full of gold, a bag of cash, hell, something worth value, but Rico pulled out a fucking Paw Patrol lunch box. “I know you fucking lying!” Dai stepped forward. “What? My grandson said this lil fucker stole his lunch bag and it’s his favorite one.” Rico shrugged. “And you couldn’t just send somebody to g...