Chapter 1, Part 1: Beginning, Middle and End

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I had a joint, burnt it, and smoked it. The bloody event was over, my beanie drenched in sweat and I smelt like fish. Eyes baggy and red, dry as fuck. I haven't slept in days, and I felt so tired. Getting high is a great response to the circumstance at hand.

To be honest, I had it easy, my friend hasn't slept in over a week, he's spearheading the entire event and everything was in his reach and control, everyone was on his beck and call. He wasn't aware that he wore mismatching sandals today, "I lost the other one in the mosque" he said, and so did his charger and his ID card.

Both of us were tuckered out, which is why after narrowly avoiding death a couple of times, one of our other friends decided drive us back to the Chief's place, I'm intending to sleep over that night, it's past closing time in my dorm.

I was high as the burj Khalifa, I didn't notice that we arrived at that bigass of a house. Laden with concrete and glass, don't know why his dad chose such a house, I guess maybe his background in private security has had something to do with it.

Chiefs car would be borrowed to get the band back to the airport, amongst many other cars including my own. The Chief and I got out of the car, leaving my friend behind the wheel alone.

"Yoso, I'm gonna need this car back in the morning. Park in front and leave the key under the plant."

"Yes Chief, good night."

"Yoso, you got a charger?" I asked, I think.. I was pretty stoned.

"Samsung or Apple?"

"Samsung"

He unzipped his fanny pack and threw that charger at me, I caught it.

"Give it back later."

"Yup."

Yoso drove out, leaving us trying to unlock the largest iron gates you would ever see in your life. At least I've never seen anything that huge, expect other things.

"Dude"

"Huh?"

I placed my hands up where he could see it, and I spun my hand around a couple of times.

"What?"

"Dude, my hands don't match."

"How high are you?

"5 inches"

"Get your ass here, and drop that blunt."

I placed my head on that futon in his gaming room, day ended.

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