Bros will be bros no matter how old. Realizing your gay but you're still 'The Homie' has always been a blessing and a curse. One side consist off all of the homies loving you, appreciating you and getting them the baddest ladies out in the scene, including the lesbians. In the beginning you knew they were using you just for the ladies, but that trust built steadfastly when one the homies, the plug on campus, was fucked up and about to get his ass handed to him and you jumped in and fought of two guys in the alley behind the party trap house. They deadass tried to jump him for some clout, but good thing 'Fag Boy Franky' was out smoking a blunt by himself, per usual at these rando house parties. Being then a junior, I always showed face to these shenanigans, slay the dance floor, 3-way make out sesh with whatever combination bought me shots from the bootleg bar in the kitchen. Great prices:
1$ Jell-O shots
3$ keggers(beer from the keg)
5$ bottle beer
5$ Liquor Soda drinks
7$ Liquor mixed drinks
10$ Full Ass Bottle of Wine
Of course, then freshly into my 21st birthday, I provided a good majority of said products so my head would be the one on the chopping block by the coppas' if they showed up. So I made sure to attend the ones I funded and got my deserved cut (Close to like 350$ with mine being the lowest cut; yeah I was a nice distributor). Also what was failed to mention but hopefully understood, I was well known, for one, but two, I was well respected. Of course it took some ass whoppins', on both ends, adding a blunt to the rotation, winning Homecoming King '14, being a drunken therapist, being a sober therapist while handling school nonetheless, with also having to, for some reason, being every straight guys 'first time with a guy.' Clearly college was a lot for me, in the most educated, humbling and sexually fluid way!
