Looking back to check the table, V and lil bro still inside, so stubbing out the butt and rolling another but nah V never attuned to the implications of that how V’s with your sissster became the new hater ammo like I was supposed to be mad but how them expecting me to be somehow making me as if lil sis couldn’t handle herself didn’t know what was best for her was susceptible to fuckboy advances but also how cute V when he approached me like he did like a young suitor asking a father for his daughter’s hand in marriage like I really love her! me being like Bruh that shit neither matters nor is up to me! although sus as it sounds that also sorta was the position placed on me ever since the actual ole man dipped to Germany to marry live with his 24 y/o new wife as I looked back and stood and saw them, V with a mate, lil bro a green juice, and so starting to make my way back when remembering suddenly that fight we got into late that school year out front that party us both near blackout one of those FUCK. YOU. DUDE Cain and Abel fights to the death spilling out into the street rolling around wrestling on speed bumps in potholes and shit but how that got out whatever pent up subconsciously held disrespect I mighta felt how after we finished fighting that was it, we were done with it, were good again stalling a sec to kill the cig before reentering the patio, to let the heart rate calibrate, thinking Sheesh these roids are no joke.

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It only took a couple sips to realize the Whole Foods patio was blown.

V was like Fuck this, let’s hit the beach.

So we mished it, in their rental car, down Wilshire.

Along the ocean.

To the beach.