Lowriders Page #3

Oh, man.

Look at this pretty boy.

How you been, carinito?

I'm sorry I didn't call you...

I didn't call you back.

No. Don't even trip.

I'm back now.

What's this? Huh? What is this?

What are you doing in here?

Oh, yeah? You got into

graffiti and sh*t.

A little bit.

A little tagger.

Hey? You need a place to stay?

No. I got a place.

You take her out yet?

No.

My abuelito did that mural.

That's the only reason

she's worth anything.

Pops ever tell you that?

No.

Yeah.

A lot of things

he didn't tell you.

Come on.

Get in. We're going

to celebrate my freedom.

Come on, little bro.

It's all good.

I don't know, ghost.

You don't know?

So, where them hoes at?

I know a place we could hit up.

You think we can, uh, swoop up

my homie first real quick?

For sure.

Anything you want, bro.

That's him.

Cut the hair,

you might land that Ollie...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Oh, sh*t.

What's up? I, I don't know

if you remember me.

I'm chuy herrera.

Yeah, I remember you chuyito.

So, what's up?

You going to come or what?

For real? I mean, is it,

is it cool with you?

If he says you're cool,

you're cool, little homie.

But you ain't bringing

that board in this ride.

What, uh... sh*t, this?

I'm done with it!

Don't touch anything.

You down to go to the smell?

There are ladies there?

You don't even know.

You do, huh?

Oh, yeah.

All of it. Inside and out,

like the back of my hand.

They be coming on me like honey.

That's ridiculous.

Dog, what is this?

It looks like a bounce house

full of retarded skaters.

I know! It's awesome!

I'll be back.

You don't like dancing?

What?

Everybody's dancing.

You're just here

sittin' all alone.

Well, I didn't

come here to dance.

Well, then,

why did you come here?

You came here to look

at derivative photos

on the wall

nobody ever looks at?

Yeah, well, I took them, so...

Yeah.

I like them. I mean,

i guess they're not so bad.

They're black. They're white.

Are we done?

So what, you're not gonna

talk to me now?

Well, you know what?

That's a problem.

Because if you sell one

of those, you're going to

owe me some money.

Excuse me?

That's my piece.

Where? What, that?

Yeah.

If that's your piece,

then what does it say?

What do you mean? It says draw.

It's my tag name.

Mm. Isn't that a little obvious?

Well, what's your tag name?

Hipster?

You don't believe that's me?

I think you're gonna

have to prove it.

Well, this isn't awkward.

I showed you mine,

now you show me yours.

Slow down, tiger.

Oh, i-I'm a tiger?

Well...You're a p*ssy.

I'm a p*ssy?

You just called me a p*ssy?

Mm-hm.

Alright.

See?

Yeah? Well, I can tag too.

By the way, my name is Lorelei.

You better, uh, write this down,

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