Red Car

Today the red car was parked in the last rectangle of sunshine in the parking lot. I watched. Five guys jumped out. It was the clown-car of drug dealers. The driver is always the girlfriend of The Kid. He sits in front. Her other passengers clamber out and dissipate making local deliveries. They wear their jeans so low you can see their briefs and the tops of their naked thighs. They have to walk like penguins in order to uphold this fashion. When the police drove by the boys hurried back into the car and drove off.