Black dude: Word, son. It didn’t rain the whole time I was in California. No rain for a whole month. There was sun and clouds — you would love it. The roads are crazy — driving there is mad good, yo. They’re all big and you can speed and the cops won’t pull you over because there is so much other illegal– well they got all those illegal aliens, the eses and pisanos.
Friend: Word?
Black dude: But they don’t have stop signs. Like, you know, in New York they got those big red stop signs, but in California it’s all written on the floor. –Q Train