drugs/racism

"lets not pretend that we're classy." mitch whispered to himself staring in the mirror. dried blood stained his cracked lips from where he unconsciously gnawed away at them in his slumber the previous night. his eyes were sunken from nights of clenching them shut with no avail to them staying that way. a tattoo marked his lower left calf that simply displayed an upside down cross. many would think it was beautiful if it wasn't inverted. his ragged clothes were his way of adapting to the weather, which was hot, bright, and merciless. his recently shaved head was peeling a bit from the unforgiving sun. "ok. today. its today" mitch whispered again to his reflection as he strapped on his watch. walking up the stairs to the front door he slips on his sunglasses and places a cigarettes in his mouth whilst grabbing his main mode of transportation. "need a new board" he says to himself. mitch is out the door and down the street carving in between the yellow lines on road, not caring whether or not he will get hit by a car. strenuous activity while smoking is not something the casual smoker does, it is something the long addicted chain smoker must do. he pushes most of the five miles to where he is going but is welcomed by a few downhill cruises, and finally he reaches his destination. the corner of 3rd and jacobs street. "theres that fucker" mitch says once again to himself while spotting lemont on the corner. lemont wore black. black shoes, black jeans and no shirt, but his black torso shone with sweat in the sun. mitch skated fast towards lemont and kicked his board out from under him sending it fast at his shins. he jumped out of the way barely missing it in time, but not missing mitch's fist as it swung wide and fast. "da fuck!" spat out lemont as he recoiled in pain. mitch just stood there breathing heavy as lemont grained his bearings and began staring back his white counter part. "you owe me two hundred, where is it?" said mitch. "ill have it by the end of the week, it's been slow the past few days yanno? not very many people looking for blow dawg."
"end of the week? try tomorrow, or your black ass is history."
"aight, i got it man."