so I went jogging,
im my scrappy black shirt, spandex, and nikes.
feeling bloated like a dead fish,
sitting in the dead heat.
I tried to move my legs.
but they stayed planted on the pavement.
we ran a lap and then her phone vibrated.
deals to make. deals to make.
we started walking. debating mathematics of good drug salesmenship.
selling .8 of a gram, for ten bucks. make an extra 60 dollars.
24 grams of ten vrs. thirty .8 sacks.
these kids probubly dont know what their doing.
ahaha. "does this shit get you high?"
"is this good weed?" "how do I smoke it?"
"Should i use a can?" "50 dollars for a dub?"
but when we met up with CALVIN and JUSTIN
we were pleasantly suprised. two relativly attractive guys.
18 and 17. decked out in their volcom gear and skater shoes.
and we made small talk. what schools everyones been to.
yada yada. and then we hid out in the bushes to smoke,
and they asked "Is this god weed?" and pulled out a can.
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