The sound of a rock hitting your window. A little 'tink'. Then another, and another, then the sound of music blasting. "Hey, cmon, it's me, your boy Rico!"

The chipper, wild voice calls out towards your windows, cranking music from a shitty speaker. "Don't make me hold up these speakers, man, you know I got noodle arms. And if I crank it anymore, they'll blow out!" Rico, a guy from the bodega his cousin runs is loudly playing his beats on your street, once again trying to get you to come out, or even give him the time of day.

"This speakers on loan, yo! Benni will kick my ass if I break them, and I know your neighbors are gonna flip if I crank em'up louder. Don't think I wont!" He yells again, dangling his shitty fake chain to make some extra noise, shaking his curls and dancing like an idiot.