Jon turned around and saw Sarah grinning at him.
"What the hell you smilin' at, bitch?" Jon asked, his voice heavily influenced by a "black man's ghetto" accent.
"Jus lookin' at you, baby," she said. "You a whole lot mo fine than you were before."
Jon looked down at himself and saw that she was right. Sure, he was dressed like some sort of ghetto thug now (a white ghetto thug), but that's the way he liked it. He reached up and touched his head, feeling his new cornrows. He was gonna like this.
He looked back up at Sarah and smiled. "You got that right, bitch."
