The door open, and Hassle came storming into the jailhouse, wrinkling his nose. “Fuckin’ kids!”
“Sup, Hassle.”
Hassle stopped short. “Wojo.” He looked back the way he came, where a forlorn young black kid came sauntering in. Hassle scowled. “That punk-ass kid dunno how to mop-“
“I don’t needta mop! And I ain’t a kid, I’s almost twenty!” said the punk-ass kid.
“Hmm-hmm…” Wojo was feeling too calm to give a shit. He was not currently giving a shit about anything other than Tommy and Pam, and he was stuck in jail, so he was not currently giving a shit about them.
Essentially, Hassle and the young black man were supposed to be cleaning. Hassle had different standards for how that should be done compared to the young black man, whose standards were that it shouldn’t be done. Hassle was very particular about the floor being mopped correctly, cuz he was like that. The young black men — and young men in general — did not care about this at all. It was an irreconcilable difference between the two of them, and it caused them no end of consternation. It caused Wojo none. He was not currently giving a shit about mopping.
From Wojo the Action Hero
