After making his wish, Tyrone watched as Jon walked away. That fucker wouldn't be bothering him again. He made sure of it.
Now, to get moving. He accelerated down the street, playing his thumping rap music loud enough to make all the white folk around turn their heads and notice him. Most of their expressions showed Tyrone that they didn't like it. But that was easily fixed. With his power to turn anyone he wanted into black ghetto bitches and also the wishing stone itself, he could change them anyway he liked.
Jon waved a twenty-dollar bill at Tyrone, to try to get him to give him a ride, but then he became confused. Why was he trying to get a ride with Tyrone again? He didn't even like the guy. Tyrone was nothing but a drug-dealing street thug. Why would he ever want to get a ride with him? At the back of his mind, he felt like Tyrone had something that he needed, but that was ridiculous, right? Tyrone had nothing that Jon needed. And it was best to just forget about him and go back home some other way.
So with that, Jon walked back to the sidewalk, no longer blocking Tyrone's path, then he walked home, completely forgetting that Tyrone had the wishing stone. Jon still remembered the stone, but because of the wish that Tyrone made, Jon no longer thought that Tyrone had it.
