The rest of the day was like usual. Got spitballer in English class, locked inside of a locker, and robber of my lunch money at the usual 12:13.
At the end of the day I decide to take the long way home, passing my usual hangout behind 711 on 7 Avenue. I go there to see my friends Jesse, Olly, Skip, Damon, Izzy, Jay, and Mac.
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"Yo ma man!" Says Mac.
He was my best friend. I mean I love my crew, we were all equal. Hippies you might call us. Goths, Druggies or Bums. But we just go by the Slouches.me and Mac joined them a few mounts ago since school stared. We were freshmen and they were sophomores or juniors. Only Johnny was a senior, but God knows where he was that night.
But Mac. We knew each other since we were little and I can always count on him to back me up with anything. One time when I got caught steeling a pack of smokes and he time the bullet for me and went to juvy for 3 days. Of course he gave me a big speech saying if I ever did something that stupid again he would skin me alive, but that's Mac. He has a record with the popo already so they go easy on him.
He signals me to come sit beside him. He has a girl with him, Rachel, that's was sitting on his lap. She passes me a bong. I take a big whiff off it and choke.
"Take it easy man! What's wrong?"
After a few more puffs it starts to work its magic and I calm down. I tell them bout my day at school and my dad's new girl. I hated that word. Dad.
"Oooh brah you don't have it so good" says Skip.
"Yeah man, come spend the night at our place if your in a jam with your old man!"
"Na-ah Maan! Your to hiked up to take care if a kid. He's coming with me!" Yells Izzy.
As they fight I take a few more puffs until I get a smokey felling in my throat, but I wash it away with whatever was in the bottle that Mac was holding. Whatever it was, it was strong, and I got a headache from it.
After they wouldn't stop yelling at each other I said:
"Nah guys it's all good. I should get going"
I get up and head down the ally, badly able to walk since my legs felt like rubber and the whole world spinned.
Next thing I know, my face is on the ashfault and I hear Mac calling
"he's down! We gotta druggie! Yeehaw!"
The last thing I remeber is everyone else laughing until the world around me shut down.