“Hey… are you riding on the dirt bike with Kincaid to call it?” I saw how Kincaid was on that damn bike and I would be damned if I got on the back of it. He never wore a helmet and I didn’t want my damn back touching the street while he stood on the seat. I already knew he was going to show out because of the sneakers he wore. They were beat and flat as hell like he had been moon walking at ninety miles per hour. “Hell no,” I laughed.
