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"jackson, get your ass from hanging outside of my window! before the cops think i'm tryna kidnap you and i get a bullet through my head." gabe shouted at jackson whom we just bailed out of jail. his head was hanging out of the window while he had a giant smile on his face. he was acting like a dog. after a few more moments he pulled himself back inside the car.

"gabe, i'm going to find a train of bitches to suck your dick at this party, dude. real shit." all of the boys in the car sucked their teeth or groaned. he was always the one to make shit sound gay.

"jackson, just shut the hell up." gabe commented and jackson shrugged. the car fell silent before jaylin spoke up.

"oh shit, aye look the cops don' shot another one of the brothas. some dude named tony." jaylin stretched the phone out to the backseat of the car, i took the phone out of his hand and on tumblr there was a screenshotted article.

tonight an unarmed 19-year old black teenager, anthony robinson was shot 5 times in the chest and killed by the madison police department. reports between the police and the youth's friends differ, but it is clear he was unarmed. few details are currently known, but this police murder is in the same vein as what happened to michael brown in ferguson, eric garner in new york, and dontre hamilton in milwaukee. given the racial disparities in madison, we have known our city is no different.

damn, they've killed another one. i truly understand why my mom was so upset. i'm playing with my life. i'm surrounded by white police officers that know that they can get away with killing me for whatever excuse they can think of.

"that's sad as fuck man, i'll fuck some bitches in his honor." jackson piped up from his seat by the window.

we all turned to him with a look of disbelief and annoyance. it wasn't a racist remark but it was inappropriate for him to say. he's cool but just like other white people in the world, they need to know their place when it comes to african-americans and where they can contribute their input, which is never.

"jackson you have one last chance before i kick you out of this car." gabe tapped on the steering wheel as we sat at a red light, his patience was thinning.

"alright, you won't hear anything else from me."

"good," kerian snapped in his direction, "gabe how close are we?"

the party was in an abandoned loft building a little south from where we reside. it was scheduled to be tore down and reconstructed, so the big ass mess we were going to make wouldn't matter much. it'll go down in rubble.

"we're here." gabe parked behind a line of cars once he turned the car off and the music turned off we could hear the loud dubstep clearly from our spot which was a few blocks away. luckily we weren't surrounded by any signs of life that would call the police and complain.

we all exited the car and made our trek to the building. there was one level of the ten level building that was illuminated with multiple colored lighting. as we got closer we started to notice a couple of clusters of teens smoking, talking, and doing only god knows what out in front of the entrance.

we strolled past the drug use that made me minimally envious. i should've got something to increase the fun, ecstasy, lsd, shrooms, anything. i hate living life sober.

we easily entered the building and followed a set of teens going up the flights of stairs to the party floor. the vibrations of the cement sent smalls waves throughout our bodies and the bass pumped harder and harder. the translucent plastic makeshift door was separated by the slit in it's middle courtesy of the people in front of us and we were exposed to the swirling lights and dark atmosphere pair with booming music. it was the type of stuff you would hear on soundcloud or made by skrillex.