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please, Budz ain’t checkin’ for you.” Sierra laughed before taking a pull from the blunt.
    â€œDon’t hate ’cause he turned yo’ funky-ass pussy down.” I laughed too, knowing good and well Budz wasn’t thinking about me for real.
    â€œOoooh, she cracked yo’ chin,” Nikki instigated.
    Nikki and Sierra were my girls and even though they were three years older than me we still had a bond that couldn’t be broken. Nikki was short with naturally nappy hair that she kept in braids and weaves so much her follicles were shy around the edges. She had a caramel-colored complexion, and was somewhat overweight from having her kids back to back. What made Nikki attractive to niggas was she was a freak and down for whatever, or so I’d heard. My girl Sierra was busted but loyal. She was tall and had a gangly build. The prettiest thing about Sierra was her long, pretty hair that she wore in a wrap. She was high yellow with hazel eyes. Sierra was always talking ’bout who she was gon’ get on with but all she ever did was sit ’round and smoke and drink. She was an only child with a heroin addict for a mother who didn’t give a fuck about her; that’s why she spent so much time at Nikki’s house. Nikki was more like family than a friend to her. Sierra really didn’t have a choice but to be at Nikki’s though; every other month their utilities was getting cut off ’cause her momma was steady shooting the bill money up in her arms. My momma always said I hung around basic, ordinary bitches ’cause that was the only way I could stand out. My own momma was a hater, she just didn’t know I’ma stand out no matter who I was with.
    â€œBitch, shut up and go in that nasty house of yours and get us a cup of Kool-Aid. Shit it’s hot as fuck out here,” Sierra said wiping the sweat from her brow.
    â€œIt sure is,” I agreed as we sat out on the front porch in the smoldering sun for hours watching niggas ride up and down the street.
    â€œI don’t got nothin’ to drink in there. You welcome to some faucet water.” Nikki laughed before passing the blunt to me.
    â€œBitch, I don’t want no water.” Sierra frowned.
    â€œLet’s walk to the corner store and get a pop,” I suggested after I stopped coughing.
    â€œGimme that blunt.” Sierra laughed taking it from my hand. “You don’t know a damn thang about smokin’ weed. I don’t even know why we let you smoke wit’ us.”
    â€œI’m hip.” Nikki laughed too.
    â€œShut up and let’s go to the store.” I smiled.
    â€œI don’t got nobody to watch my kids,” Nikki said, not feeling like toting three toddlers down to the store.
    â€œWell give me yo’ food stamp card and I’ll bring you back somethin’ to drink,” I looked over at Nikki and said.
    â€œShit, bitch, it’s the end of the month. I don’t got nothin’ on my card,” Nikki said.
    â€œIf you quit sellin’ ’em to the weed man, you would have some food stamps at the end of the month.” Sierra laughed.
    â€œPuhleese, you know a bitch gots ta get high,” Nikki replied.
    â€œWell gimme some money then,” I said, shaking my head.
    â€œStank, bring Mommy her purse,” Nikki yelled into the house at her three-year-old daughter.
    Sierra and I waited impatiently for Nikki’s daughter to bring her purse.
    â€œShit, what’s takin’ her so long? I’m thirsty,” Sierra huffed.
    â€œStank, bring me my damn purse,” Nikki hollered again.
    â€œFuck it, I got some money, what you want to drink?” I asked not being able to take it any longer. I needed something to drink and fast.
    â€œSee if Lenny will let you buy a Four Loco,” Nikki said.
    â€œDamn, bitch, I only got five dolla’s; how much they cost?” I asked.
    â€œI don’t know,”