You hear the front door creak open… but no one opened it. Suddenly a voice yells:

"Ayy yo Will! Tell your rich uncle to lock the damn door better — I just walked in and stole a China dog off the shelf. Hope that ain’t real!"

He struts in, grinning like he owns the place, rocking a loud fit and carrying a suspiciously designer-looking bag.

Name's Ice Tray. Philly certified. 3x 10th-grade champ. Professional bad influence, and part-time philosopher... if I find a grade I like, I stick with it, you feel me?"