vida

one

"Nigga, pass that shit." Terell demanded of Ibrahim, who was so gone that he was just staring at the pearled L.  Ibrahim passed it Terell's way, sitting up in the chair he was resting in. 

"For someone who flocks smoke, you sure is demanding over some weed." 

"Says the nigga that can't even roll," Jacob chuckled, taking the second L that was rotating from the other direction into his mouth and taking a long pull. Ibrahim lifted his middle finger towards his friend. 

"Fuck you, bitch ass nigga. Besides," He looked at his seemingly perfect hands. "My name does mean prophet, which is to say I'm godly as fuck, which is to also say I don't do peasant shit, like roll blunts." 

Thursdays were always the days that Ibrahim and his friends would come together to smoke and talk shit about others and each other. Ibrahim, his fraternal twin Ishmael, shared a room, and Terell, Jacob, and Amin would come as well. The fivesome would face at least four blunts and talk smack for hours. The five had a brotherly bond, and for all to have met each other in NYU only a year and a half ago, it had to mean something. 

"How do you ever expect to get pussy and you can't even smoke her out?"  Terell shook his head as he exhaled. "You can't cook nothin' but noodles, you can't do anything remotely talented, and  you can't pearl? Waste of space ass nigga." 

"I'll have your ugly ass know I just got some neck from some shorty at Dev's party two nights ago, bitch." Ibrahim rolled his eyes and got hold of the L that was basically a roach. Before he took in, Jacob guffawed, "Fuck top, did you get pussy?  Punani, gush.." 

"Dat ting we be cravin' mah yout." Terell chimed in, mocking his father's dialect. 

"You know he didn't, that's why he silent." Ishmael broke his what seemed like eternal silence, looking towards his brother for a quick moment before joining the group in laughter. Ibrahim grew visibly annoyed and pursed his cocoa lips. 

"Fuck all ya'll niggas," He killed the roach with one last pull, standing up and breaking the circle. "Always ruining a nigga high." He went to go raid his mini fridge by his bed for cold oreos- his must have munchie. 

"You might as well pass dem over 'ere my yout. We just about done with the rotation." 

"Hell nah, you know I don't share. Nice try though." 

"Him, open that window up to get the smell out." Amin finally spoke, rising from his spot on the bed. "Too many times we almost got caught." 

Ibrahim nodded in agreement, reaching for the window by his bed and opening it as much as he could with one hand.  He passed his pack of Oreos to his brother, who took two and passed it among the group. Even though his friends got on his last nerve, he would never let them go hungry, even if it is a munchie. 

"Yo Min, why you always dead silent when we smoke?" Jacob wondered out loud, snatching an Oreo from the pack that was circulating. "You dead speak only when we start and when we done." 

"Because," Terell started, letting his voice get nasally, "His third eye is open and his chakras are aligning. It's a silent process." The group burst into a fit of laughter, Ibrahim shaking his head. 

"You goin' to hell mocking my nigga Min like that. I actually dig that spirituality shit, bruh." Ibrahim spoke, directing his words towards his friend sitting on the bed. 

"Thank you, " Amin grinned at his friend, grabbing the pack from Jacob. "But no, I just really like to take everything in. I don't like to talk when I'm smoking, I like to be serene as hell."