The 10:30 Liquor Runs are the best
His Jeep smells like wet rain and those sandals your grandpa wears at cookout
My grandpa bumps Biggie like a house party while we ride down the block
His favorite verse is baby baby
We hop into the car like we’re going to a sleepover
Pajamas abs slides, I wave at my neighbor
Getting her done on the porch curating out her boyfriend on speaker phone
We arrive, grandpa hands me a crushed five and tells me to get what I want
I ransack the store for Doritos and Juice
Still in my pjs
Not wondering if I was being looked at up and down for my jammies
And I figured it out
You can\'t rock jams in oak park