race shifts his weight from foot to foot, staring up at the door to his old apartment before finally walking inside, cringing at the smell of beer. "uh, shouldn't take too long, prolly. tha's my room there."
okay. okay, so i'se at home, right? n' me pa is pissed, n' he's yellin' at me n' shit, n' when he left i just smoked ONE joint... n' then maybe snorted a lil' coke, but tHAT'S NOT THE POINT—