With one lung barley breathing she was a mess, then yesterday she died and my dad is now the most pissy person I know.
“hey” I said “I’m going to Tre’s I’ll be back in the morning”
“be home before 10am you little shit” said my dad
“ok bye dad” and with that I walked out the door.
I walked through the neighborhood taking a left on 123rd SE and walking to the brown house and knocking on the door.
“Cole!” Tre exclaimed
“Tre, hey thanks for letting me stay the night you know how it is”
“not at all man if I was in your situation I would have beat every one of thoughs bastards to a pulp including you’re dad”
“yeah he’s been a bitch lately he hasn’t left the house unless he’s out to drink since he got back from the hospital”
“just give him time dude.
