Personal Narrative-Fairytale Signs
And, as the rap music sprang forth out of it, growing louder by the second, the disgusted look on Rick’s face grew exponentially along with it.
“Eh, yo, Rickyyy…” J-Dog said to Rick as he slinked out of the vehicle. Rick took to noticing the large gold chain and flashy rings he was wearing, right away. Not to mention the pathetic corn rows hidden under his do-rag. “What up, playa?” “Sup?” Rick nodded back at Jamie, but he didn’t catch Rick’s sarcastic undertones. “I’m glad you’re here, J-Dog.” Rick then said brandishing a wide smile. Because not only do I have your money, but I thought you’d also like a couple of genuine-fur coats I had stashed away up in the attack. I thought maybe you could use them in your rap video. You know, give it that straight-up pimpin’ look?” “Oh, word, dawg?” Jamie said with an upward inflection to his voice. “Yeah, lemme check those out.” “Sure, J-Dog,” Rick said with a smirk curling up from his lips. “They’re just over there behind that old washer and dryer next to the oak tree.” “Oh, Aw-ight, word.” responded