It was a hard day, a hard week. I wanted to die. I grabbed my pills and my cigarettes and snuck out. I was at the park smoking. It was probably 3am.
Nobody was there, I toke a couple pills and passed out. When I woke up, Someone was sitting beside me with my joint in his mouth. I was furious. But I'm really bad at expressing my feelings. I just was silent. But he passed it to me. "What you doing out here?" He asked "whatever your doing" I said
"I got kicked out" he responded
"I got a girl pregnant"
"Wow" I laughed "she got an abortion... I think" he sighed "I Don't know how to respond" I sighed
"It's ok, oh by the way I just moved next door I'm Jackson" he explained
