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August 16, 2019
BASHAR
"Sharing a blunt nasty," Leon said smoking his own blunt. "Deadass. Niggas mouths be everywhere and wonna come ask for my blunt? Fuck no," August remarked.
"Y'all used to share blunts," Jazmin said. "Cause we was young and dumb," I responded.
"We also couldn't afford the paper and weed," Leon added.
"Somehow, someway, my house was the local spot to smoke," Jazmin muttered resentfully. "Cause your people was chill. Ma woulda killed my ass if she even smelled that shit," I argued.
"I still remember all them beatings you got," Leon laughed saying. "Mannn Ma was bogus as hell with them beatings," I told them.
"No she wasn't. You was a bad ass kid. The only time you was calm was when you went to church."
It was Jazmin who said this and, it was her who made sure I still went to church every Sunday whenever I had time.
"His g-ma made sure he loved church," August said smiling. "How is she?" He asked as an afterthought.
"She's good. Still hounding me and still happy as ever. I gotta go see her soon."
"Take us with you when you going. I miss her food," Leon told me. "Bet."
I picked up my phone seeing notifications from Instagram. Of course they were from Eva and I smiled a little even though I was a little irritated with her.
