The moon was the color of a skull. A pair of crickets chirped as they made love on the sidewalk. I watched them for a second. I wanted to be reminded of something good between me and Ace. But I couldn’t remember the last time we had made love that curled my toes. It’s just been a quick blow and maybe a sniff at his ass. I started to step on the crickets and squash all that fun out of them. But we some superstitious niggas in the South, so I just kicked them into the grass. A low buzzing sound rose up and I thought it was more crickets. As I walked, I realized the buzzing was coming from ahead of me. I rounded the corner toward where the 520i was parked, there was a wall of nigga’s backs. They pushed and jostled one another as if they were watching a dogfight or orgy. Some stood with their pants around their ankles and feverishly pumped their dicks. As I got closer, I realized the show they were watching was my 520i. A voice told me my car was fucking. “How can a car fuck?” I asked the voice.