Huey was walking down the street with his hand in his baggy pants pocket. He had just gotten out of school and didn't want to deal with Riley or Grandpa today.

Quite a few people looked at him dirty, more precisely the whites. Mostly more white guys than anyone, but Huey didn't care about them, he just didn't care, or maybe he was too tired to care and didn't do anything. He just continued his walk. All of a sudden, someone running down the street bumped into him.