_Lucas POV_
"Pass the blunt bro." I coaxed Dillyn. At the moment we were high as hell in the crib. We have both been working out ass off and we both really needed a break. NEED. There have been no breaks. Barely sleep. Song after song. Mixtape after Mixtape. It's gets stressful. Too stressful sometimes. So when Dillyn asked me of I wanted to smoke you already know what my answer was. Hell Yeah Nigga.
"Hold up nigga. Let me hit it one more time." He spoke. He gave it a huge pull and handed it to me. I put the blunt in my mouth and gave it a pull. I let the smoke fill my lungs and held it there for a second.
"Aye go ahead and kill that shit. Imma roll this one." Dillyn said. I sat up a bit.
"Gahdam boy. How much weed you got?" I asked. Dillyn tsked.
"Shit enough to toll about 5 blunts." He said. I sat back.
"Damn. Our high about to be high." I said and chuckled. Dillyn chuckled. I hit the blunt and stared at the blunt as I blew smoke out of my mouth.
"Aye quick question." I spoke, staring intently at the blunt.
"Wassup?" He asked.
"If we get out the shower clean.... how do our towels get dirty?" I asked. Dillyn looked at me for a couple seconds and scratched his head.
"Shit ion know." He said. I nodded.
"I'll ask my moms. She probably know." I said and bit the blunt again.
"Shit cause," I blew the smoke out, "She know everything." I spoke. Dillyn laughed hard as fuck.
"Bruh you high as fuck!!" He said. We laughed for about a good 5 minutes.
"You wild man." I spoke. I hit the blunt and brushed lint off my pants. I stared for a couple seconds.
"Aye so. If I punch myself and it hurts, does that make me strong or weak?" I asked. I stared at Dillyn as he stared back at me. He shrugged.
"I guess you strong if it hurt." He said, hitting the second blunt. I scrunched my eyebrows.
"But it hurt, so I'm weak?" I asked. He sat up.
"Damn. I ain't think about that." He said. I nodded.
"Aye what time is it?" I asked. He looked at his watch.
"About 8." He said. I nodded again. He stared at his watch for a minute.
"How did the people who invented the watch know what time it was?"
"I think they used the sun...or the moon. One of em." I spoke. He nodded.
"That's cool. I've always wanted to see the moon too." Dillyn said. I shrugged.
"Shit we might get so high we could just float up there." I spoke. We looked at each other seriously before bursting into laughter.
"That's impossible bro." He said.
"Nu-uh we could use rockets. We be flying then. On God." I spoke.
"Maybe we could be on some Mary Poppins shit and fly our ass up there with a umbrella."
"You think if I jumped off a building with a umbrella, I would float down?" I asked. He nodded.
"Yeah. I mean you should cause like the air is coming into the umbrella and it should have you float down but it depends on how much you weigh. It's scientific." I chuckled.
"How the fuck is it scientific nigga? You barely passed science stupid. You don't know what you talking bout." I said blowing more smoke.
"71 ain't barely passing fool. 70 is barely passing. Fuck you talking bout. And it got some shit to do with velocity and speed nigga." He took another pull, "See? A nigga know what they talking bout." He said. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Nigga shut the fuck up. You sound dumb as hell right now boy." I said. He chuckled.
"Fuck you Bitch. I know what I'm talking bout." He said. I laughed.
"Yeah whatever nigga." I spoke. I finished the blunt off and began to roll another one.
"Alright another question." Dillyn said. I nodded.
"Wassup?"
"This a hard one. I been thinking bout this one since we started smoking."
"Go ahead."
"Alright alright. If I cut my leg off, would it hurt?" He asked. I looked at him stupidly and lit my second blunt.
"Yes nigga. It would hurt. You just cut your leg off. It's gonna hurt." I said. He leaned forward slightly.
"Where?" He asked. I shook my head not understanding this dude.
"In your leg. Duh." I spoke. He raised an eyebrow.
"How would it hurt in your leg and you just cut it off?" He said. I paused and my eyes widened as much as my high eyes could.
"Damn. That's a good question bro. Ion know."
"See I told you." He said as we laughed it off.
"Shit. To be honest we probably gonna know the damn answer tomorrow. We just too high to think of it right now." I said.
"I know." He spoke.
"Let's finish this one and get back to this music." I said.
"Bruh how the fuck would the earth be living without music?" He asked. I shrugged.
"It wouldn't be." I spoke. Simple question. An even simpler answer.
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Hi. I'm not dead. How was y'all Christmas? New Years? Lemme know. They was over here shooting shit up fr fr. Like why? Lol. Happy 2017
