Town of close fitting apartments and a scrunched bluey dawn looming over. A girl playing hopscotch on potholey streets. And the neighborhood boys chucking rocks down the alley.
A mom dumps a bag full of Bertolli into the skillet and cuttin’ on medium heat. Her girlfriends chillin’ on the couch. The Mercedez parked outside. Not the best kind of neighborhood. The boondocks. The parking meter has been broke for months.