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WELCOME TO THE PYNK!

JUNE 11th, 2018.
CONCRETE, TEXAS.

UGK's The Game Belongs to Me played from the sterio as he and his brother drove down interstate highway 30 trying to make it back to their hometown of good ol' Concrete, Texas. An uncomfortable eight hour drive was always crucial on the body, but Roman and Victor had business to handle so they made the shit work.

Roman Sincere Carter sat behind the wheel of the eighteen wheeler with his foot pressed on the gas at a steady pace, making sure he drove the speed limit and watched out for cars surrounding them.

"Aye T," his raspy, yet smooth as molasses voice called out for his cousin while he tapped his arm lightly to get his attention,"you need to stop for anythang? We finna' come up on a gas station right now."

"Hell yea, I gotta' piss. Should be a 7/11 comin' it ain't it?"

"Yea." Roman spoke quietly with a head nod. As many times as they've been up and down this highway in his eighteen wheeler, they had all of the exits, mile markers and truck stops down pack. After driving another mile and taking exit 21 to get to the nearest truck stop, Roman was finally pulling into the parking lot to fill the tank up again.

Carefully parking underneath the canopy at the diesel pump, Roman brought the truck to a complete stop and switched gears to keep it in park. "I'ma go in here and get me a snack or sumn' too cuh," Tone told him while putting his bucket hat over his messy hair,"You want sumn'?"

"Nah I'm straight bro, preciate it though." Roman said before yawning, covering his mouth with his tattoo covered hand while Tone hopped down from the rig. As his brother slammed the passenger door behind him, Roman took his time getting down from the truck to pump their gas.

The drive from New Orleans, Louisiana and back to Concrete, Texas over a three day weekend would be alot to come back from, and all he wanted to do right now was get back home to his bed. The sooner he could get this business handled with Tone, the quicker he could get some damn rest.

Finally opening the driver side door, Roman exhaled softly while carefully stepping down onto the truck's side step, then placing his feet that were covered in his brown and rugged cowboy boots onto the pavement.

Using his long arms to reach back into the truck for his cell phone and wallet, he shut the door behind himself then headed for the main gas tank that was on the driver's side of the rig. After opening that up, he walked around to the other side to open up the satellite tank then began to refuel both so he and Tone could head out.

They were in a small, sundown like town where white people made up majority of the population. Shit, taking a look around at the gas station he got to realize that he and Tone were the only two black men out here.

Just to check on his brother, he peeked through the open windows of the gas station to see him standing at the cash register. That alone gave him a small sense of relief, knowing he was about walk out at any second and the truck would be done refueling soon.

Casually leaned against the side of the truck, Roman mindlessly played with the pink hair tie he wore on his wrist at all times. He never takes it off — in the shower, to go to sleep, at work .. whenever you see Roman Asghedom, you see an important piece of him on left wrist too.

"Dat' white girl ain't give you no trouble in there did she?" He asked Tone as while hanging the pumps back up. Sucking his teeth, Tone shook his head and chuckled while digging inside of his bag full of snacks,"Hell naw. If anythang her ass was choosin'. You know I'on fuck with them white girls though, dat's how niggas that look like us get fucked up."