Realizing I’d killed my last pre-rolled cig so starting to roll one bc that shit that year definitely got weird got sus like V suddenly over to hang with lil sis like walking past my room to use the bathroom like occupying a different sphere was honestly highkey sus licking the cig closed, tearing off the tip strands, starting to light it before realizing the patio rules and getting up, slipping into the ’stocks, making sure the paper towels were set right, shuffling out to the sidewalk to the bus stop bench where the rules didn’t apply bc OK maybe it was me maybe I made it sus but there were rules there were codes to this shit V never got sitting down in the direct sun, looking back one time to check the table before going Eh it’ll be fine and sparking up like sure V was a rapper bro insofar as he rapped sometimes but not like actually not like affectionately called My nigga by fools at school who could say My nigga or hostilely called Wigger by fools who couldn’t V isolated in his theatre kid world then abroad in Brazil so not there for everything that led to the excommunication the mass blackball the fight at every party I pulled up to for being a Valley Wigger Kook just bc, what, I couldn’t ball tf out present how I did and also be valedictorian like I didn’t mean to fuck all their bitches those white girls were the ones fucking me fetishizing me fkn haters bruh—