"aye packy, pass the blunt bruh" i yell extending my hand and grabbing it from his hand.
I take a long pull before exhaling the smoke and passing it to Bronze.
"what yall wanna do today?" Packy asks.
"There's this new place opened down in uhhh peachtree. We can go check it out" bronze suggests.
not like we got anything to do.
"Sure" i shrug before standing up, and pulling up my pants.
ayo, I'm bloody, I'm 22 years old, born and raised in Atlanta lived with my dad until he died in a shoot out when i was 14 and My mom died to cancer when I was 8. Real tragic, right?
so i moved in with my Dad's right hand man; packy and bronze's dad.
We became the three musketeers. The three stooges. Best friends. Everything.
I walk out the trap house with the two idiots behind me.
"Shot gun!" They yell in unison.
"Both y'all asses bet' go in the back" I scolded.
They both mumble some shit below their breath and climb into the back seat.
I put on my seatbelt and speed across town so we can get to this place. I swear this place better not be lame cus I'ma throw a fit.
"This the place" bronze practically screams into my ear.
I press the breaks, causing the car to come to a halt and a series of horns blowing behind me.
"Shut y'all bitch asses up bruh" I stick my head out the window flipping them off.
I pull over into an empty parking spot and turn off the car.
This shit look about fancy as hell.
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