Long flat land roads in between the small towns , Anthony coasted with reminisced times of back in the day about an hour ago. He pulled into a gas station , gassed up , then returned to his small black four door sedan . Hyundai , but you couldn't tell because , well , the previous owner had taken off the emblems professionally with a perfessional paint job, fresh chrome standard size , deep dish rims to match. Anthony paid for the gas , his first cup of maybe three evening coffees and headed to the car , first grabbing something from the trunk. Back in the Hyundai, no tint , not yet anyway he always pondered , Anthony slipped about a shot worth of brown liquor into the coffee, before hopping back out to throw away the empty liquor bottle , when he felt a tap on his trunk and looked over. It was a face he knew , Harold he had known high school who became a policeman after the service and oddly enough Anthony sighed to himself in silence , happened to be a cop , who's jurisdiction was over more where , Dre lived which was in the town his job was located. Anthony pushed out a smile , " Harold , what it do son doc? " . Harold laughed a bit too , " Still watching the classic hip hop film from back in the day huh ? Takes on different meaning everytime you watch any movie for real. The songs too ". Tapping the car again , " Must have meant a difference to the makers of Hyundai too.." , Anthony squinched his eyes a bit, like huh? ," Explain more Mr. Rivera " . Harold grinned , " Praked , Officer Praked ,...