Lonnie drove a Volkswagen Golf, the driver’s seat pushed as far back as it could go. From outside the car, it looked as if he were sitting in the back and reaching to grasp the steering wheel. Inside, his knees still bent up around his elbows, and Jo wondered how uncomfortable it was for him to drive such a small car. But the hip hop music blaring from the stereo and thudding through the car’s frame kept the talk to a minimum between them. When Jo climbed into the passenger seat, Lonnie nodded at him and shouted, “Sup?”
Then nothing but Eminem and Dr. Dre rapping at top volume for the next fifteen minutes as Lonnie cruised through the darkened city streets heading…where, exactly?
Jo wasn’t sure, and really didn’t care. If he couldn’t play ball, getting off campus was the next best thing.
