part 5: brendan gets high (almost)
Brendan's ugly face assumed an expression of disgust, when he tried to make sense of what this man had just asked him.
"why would I want to see another man jack o-" Brendan asked, his face twisted into repulse.
"jerking is a dance, ✖✖✖✖✖", the man began to explain to Brendan.
"oh", brendan said, his disgusting face forming an expression of stoicism once again.
"no thanks, you ugly bowl-cut having du", Brendan said as he started to roll up the windows.
The man put his unwelcome hand on brendan's window, ceasing it in it's✖
crawling pace.
"how bout this?" a sly smile slid onto the man's face. "I take your car, or I✖
slice you", the man held up a knife, it's steel blade glistening in the limpid✖
sun's harsh rays.
Was this guy really threatening him? Brendan smirked. The would-be✖
carjacker wasn't the only one with a knife. Brendan's swift hand grabbed a✖
Supreme boxcutter, and brandished it to the man. "im going to give your skin
✖knife fades", Brendan told the man as he thrust his knife into the man.
✖
"huh... Dying... Uh... Fuck... I won't live to see... F/w supreme drop", the man
✖breathed out those short words, before becoming limp and slumping✖
against brendan's car.
Brendan exited the car, his bloody boxcutter drawn. He knelt down before✖
the figure he had just stabbed. He checked the bloodied blue flannel of the man. Brendan's lips contorted into a smile-like manner as he found what he had been seeking. He pulled out a dime sack of og kush. "yes!" Brendan was ecstatic. "wait till I tell Kurt-". Brendan caught himself. He took the dime sack and drove off."
Kurt. That name had meant the world to Brendan, once upon a time ago.
Kurt was his best friend his confidante. They were two Asian nerds, two fellow outcasts, who had found each other in the overcrowded walls of their high school. They were two peas in a pod. They found each other, so that they wouldn't have to be so alone. Brendan sighed. But they started to drift apart after Brendan was accepted to Yale. Kurt became an abusive drunk, a state which was given cause to by his raging jealousy of ✖brendan's achievements. Brendan hadn't heard from his old friend since he had graduated Yale.✖
Brendan rushed back to his hotel suite, and ordered a veritable feast in anticipation of his OC x ATL smoke sesh.
He rolled his newfound treasure in a series of fat blunts, laying them aside.
*knock knock, sucka*
Brendan opened the door to his hotel suite. When he stuck his head out to see who it was, he was bamboozled. There wasn't anyone in sight. He was about to close the door, when a deep black voice stopped him right in his tracks.✖
"yo Brendan."
Brendan looked around. Noone.
"Brendan, over here."
Brendan swung his head to a shadow he hadn't taken note of before, where he noticed a pair of eyes staring back at him.
Brendan headed towards the shadow, and as he came closer to the figure, he noticed that it wasn't a shadow, it was a person.
"damn du, you're midnight black", Brendan exclaimed.
The figure stepped into the light "that's so racist dawg, I can't even start to tell you. My community college has a planetarium, yo. Fucking racist Asian".
