With a sense of relief and lingering trepidation, you turn to Lil Doorknob.
You clear your throat.
It’s aight nigga!
His tirade ceases, and he stills, staring at you.
Is that a faint smile crossing his lips? That’s a good sign!
Oh. Wait. His eye is twitching.
Oh no.
You get the creeping feeling you’re about to enter a world of hurt.
