Art of Peer Presure - Epic

Me and my homies 5 deep in an orange Mitsubishi, quarter tank of gas as the car creeps over the cracked streets of Mesquite. The stock speakers make an ire sound that only the melodic shake of a car door can make.  Immortal Technique and K Dot repetitively rehears, emitting their melodies consisting of explicit versus through the rolled down windows; loud enough for bystanders to hear. We want them to hear.

We proceed on our adventure through the streets--the same streets that we’d all rode our bicycles, or skated our skateboards, down prior to being of age to drive.

“Well, I drive, because I have the car, which is why I talk to the most females.” Marc brags followed by a roaring laugh that only he could father. We speed through the streets and slow down to a creep when the Five-Ohs enter our line of sight. Individually, on any other occasion, our actions wouldn’t be disorderly, if it was just me I’d tell the driver to slow down, to chill, but right now we’re all together. Right now I’m with the homies.

The sun is beginning to set, and we can see the warm summer colors paint the sky with orange and red. Time flies by when you’re having fun, and considering we just played four hours of basketball, my stomach hasn’t had the time to catch up with its wanting for food. As if on cue, we all begin to deliver hunger driven complaints, forcing our gas-money-given Chauffer to make a stop. Something nutritious is the last thing on my mind, all I’ve got is Abraham staring back up at me from his paper canvas, so getting the cheapest food, and most amount, is my priority.

We depart the fast-food joint, bellies full and bodies caffeinated.

                “Our sun is out of sight, all I see is the moon light the Earth’s skies. Let the fun begin.” Anecito says with a lust for adventure, as we aboard the orange Mitsubishi, fighting for the passenger seat. Content with the seating arrangements, we depart into the dimly lit streets, music blasting and conversation that we all wish deep down would never cease.

                Normally, I’m caffeine free. Normally, I’m settled down by this hour and at home studying for an AP. I’d obey all traffic laws, and not be nervous to see the cars with black and white decal. But tonight, I’m with the homies.