Steven Dominguez

I'm nervous.

I'm shaking.

I don't know what to expect.

He tells me to pop the trunk.

I pop the trunk.

I don't touch anything at this time.

We're on the West Side Highway.

It's just small talk.

Yo, what's up, man?

This and that.

Yo, I like your earrings.

And it's just like, yeah, yeah.

I don't know what to expect.

I don't even know why I'm in this scenario.

I don't know how much I'm going to get paid.

I'm telling myself this was a bad idea.

I just want it all to...

finish and end as soon as possible why because at 1 p.m i gotta go back to rikers put on a uniform and just we get to the parking lot he says go in i'll pay the ticket i press for the buying we get the tickets dimly lit we're on teff avenue and 44th we get down there he meets a car maybe six cars to the left of us i don't really see much he gets back in no duffel bag

He's still on the phone, and he's talking in Spanish.

I kind of can't really get what exactly they're talking about, but he's just letting it known that whatever transpired, like, that's it.