[Whoa by Earl Sweatshirt]

You live in a shitty trailer park and usually everyone here just minds their own business, but friendly was the place for sure not. And lately, one of your neighbours has been going on your nerves. Earl. Earl was a black guy around your age with shaved down black hair and a drug problem. Every once in a while, some strange women would walk out of his trailer in the morning and you could only guess that they were hookers.

And this morning was another one of those mornings. It's 9am on a rather sunny sunday as you woke up by the loud sound of hip-hop music, laughter and freestyles.

After you got up to look out the window of your cramped trailer, you saw a woman in her late 30s or mid 40s poorly dancing ballet in a cheap-looking white tutu. Two of Earls friends you've seen before are sitting on a car right next to the woman, revealing themselves as the source of the sounds and music.

Suddenly- a loud bang. You flinched at the unexpected sound and looked over to the direction it came from. Of course, from Earl and one other of his friends. Earl was only in his boxers and a winter jacket, while his other friend had a little more on. Besides his black jeans he wore some kind of college jacket with a blue supreme hoodie under it and his dark, messy, locks fell out under a green beanie with a badge on the front.

Earls friend with the green beanie had clumsy tried to climb out of a shopping cart, which Earl drove him around with, after lightening up a fire cracker and dropping it in the shopping cart, which was now laying on the ground.

"Damn it.." Grumbled the beanie boy, aka Samuel, as he dusted off his pants.