Friends Like These

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"If you don't get some Biggie up in here soon that speaker is going up your ass." Violet said, sharing her opinion on Sasha's music.
I snickered,"She'll probably like that." She looked back and shot a smile,"Nice to see you too, D." Her eyes were like a hazy green mist, the kind of eyes that would intimidate you at first sight. To me they were eyes that I lost myself into.
"I don't have any Biggie, but for the sake of my rectum I'll get some Wu-Tang going."
Violet just rolled her eyes,"Incompetent human.", and sat down next to Michael on the bed. "Nice jacket.",she commented on his attire, which had an ace of spades on the back."Where'd you get it?"
"Where everyone else got their clothes."
"To be honest, it looks like you got your shit from a pulga dumpster." I said. Sasha tried to hold back her laugh and Violet praised me like it was a rap battle.
"Alright enough hate." Sasha took an altoids tin and separately counted the joints inside. "One for the road. One just in case. And one for now." She closed the tin and put it in her pocket while holding the "now" joint delicately.
"Your brother grows his own weed, right?" I asked.
"Yup, and I had to pay extra for three blunts of his premium shit." Sasha placed the cigarette between her lips and lighted it. She inhaled, passed it to Violet, and attempted to speak while holding the smoke in."Worth every penny."
Violet lightly laughed and passed it to Michael."No shit." Then Michael passed the joint to me.
"So mind telling me what the plan is for tonight?" I said as I began to inhale.
Michael spoke up,"After this we're gonna hit the donut shop outside of town to dig out. Then we'll find a gas station so we can steal some beer."
"Nice." I pulled the blunt from my lips and realized that it was practically gone. Then all of a sudden my mind felt fuzzy as euphoria claimed my head. It spread to my body and limbs like a wildfire. I thought I had reached enlightenment for a second.
Then Sasha approached me and took what was left of the joint for herself. Everyone's eyes were bloodshot."Nice drag, Damien."
"Well I don't know about you guys," Michael said,"but I'm about ready to go." He started heading for the door and everyone followed suit.
We found Sasha's brother sprawled out on the couch with a strip of rubber around his arm and a needle in his hand. "Dammit Brian." Sasha whispered as she placed a letter on the kitchen counter.
"Better hope your mom is working overtime."
Sasha tensed up at the thought of the opposite happening. "Shut up Violet!"
Michael spoke up,"C'mon guys let's get going. Tonight is about forgetting all the bad shit in life."
As we headed for Michael's car I couldn't help but realize how right he was.

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