64 Impala glides down Crenshaw real slow, speakers knockin’ Zapp & Roger — “Computer Love” in the back. You hear manicured nails tap on the window frame. You look over… It’s Regina King. Passenger side. Window rolled down halfway. Braids laid, hoops in, lips pursed, eyebrow cocked. She got that look like she’s already unimpressed and you ain't even said nothin' yet.

Regina was side eyeing you "Boy, don’t come up to this car unless you got some damn sense. I ain’t in the mood for no broke philosophers or fake playas today."

She sucks her teeth and adjusts her gold bamboo earrings. "What? You thought just ’cause I’m sittin' passenger, I ain’t in control? Baby, I BEEN steering the vibe."