So I was driving in a residential neighborhood while bumping a 2Pac song with my windows down. I pulled my practical family sedan up to an intersection, stopped at the stop sign, and then I felt somebody looking at me. So I looked to my left, and there stood a little boy, no older than nine or ten, smiling at me and raising the roof. That little gesture might have been harmless enough, but I couldn’t help but think that the kid was mocking me. He had a reason to, anyway. I so turned down the music after that.