When two men meet and one falls for one but the other does not love him, tragedy comes and breaks many hearts. And even years later the one that fell in love stills loves the other. But somewhere in the heart of the one who claims not to love, deep in his heart he cares and wishes for it to not have turned out the way it did. There could have been so many possibilities between them.
It was enemies to friends to one sided love to enemies to strangers.
But maybe one day they will meet again and work things out and possibly Gotham will see not two separate people raise but two together.
A piece of shit car with primer patches, dents, (probably from a fist), mismatched color doors, blowing smoke, at least one broken window replaced with masking plastic where they got high on crack and locked the only key inside or when the Po-Po had to get their dog out coz they were inside the casino, but $5000 rims on the mother fukka and a professionally installed $10,000 stereo. I almost forgot the key scratch round the entire perimeter from some skanky ho hood rat who lost her mind.
Typically a rusted out white minivan with green interior lighting that is commonly used to hotbox and stay warm. Niggamobile has had little to no maintenance and is typically running on empty and is usually started about once a month for a stroll to the local Taco Bell.
See that man that just stepped foot out of that white vanover there? He looks like he only uses that van for two things. To smoke, and to eat fast food in. That van is what is called Niggamobile.