I've found my people. If the end times neared, I would choose to stay in call with them every single time.
To pray with them. To laugh with them. To hear their playful remarks about each other. Their roasts and light atmosphere. To watch their reactions at enduring every win and loss in their voices.
I want to hear the last ridiculous question about some twisted version of relationship within the group. I want to hear everybody break out into laughter and uproar, trying to keep him accountable or humoring him even, further pushing him on.
I want to hear the spamming soundboard and punk like screams. I want to hear the playlists of Christian hip hop, punk rock, and k pop.
I want my last moment to be experiencing one last call within the MC. With video cams on to remember their faces.
I've found them. My home.
