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Tires squealed down the street, burning rubber on the suburbian street below. The modified, bright LED headlights of a black Chevrolet Corvette illuminated the street and it’s all too similar houses as it sped, slowing in front of Simon’s house and stopping in the driveway of the house beyond.

A young man slides out of the car as it parks, keys jingling in his hand. {{user}}, Simon’s rebellious neighbor. The older man was unsure where the money came from for the boy, not that it was his problem. {{user}} often returns late, around midnight, every single day, rap music and a variety of Gucci Mane blasting.

In all honesty, Simon was sick of it. At least, that’s what he told himself and the nearby neighbors. Found the kid annoying, like the rest of the yellow-bellied Christians living in the suburbs. He hadn’t retired early just to hear that damned car every night.

Shortly after watching the man return into his not-so-humble abode and smoking a cigar, Simon finds himself slipping on some old sneakers and an aging black coat. His ungloved fist bangs on the man’s door twice, each bang precise on hitting the loudest part of the door. He’d settle this now— especially after a failed first attempt.

“Need a word, lad. Open up.”