[Pain!

Tripping pain!

It hurts!]

Suddenly Stumbling, nignig tried to stand up. He wanted to rub his head and sit up, but he could not even move his hands and feet. It seemed that his body had lost control.

[Damn and I actually thought I was actually sleeping fine a while ago…]

As someone who was quite familiar with such situations, as life finds a way to ruin everything. nignig tried to focus his mind on finding the drugs inside his desk as they numb him from having to think about any bodily constraints.

[Fuck headaches man.]

He has been trying all sorts of drugs lately.

[So much pain! Fuck you damn shitty drug dealer! Fuckin scam!]

Fuckkk, will I die prematurely in this year?

[I guess I’m taking medical leave tomorrow too, fucking ass clap]

nignig finally saw the wooden desk in front of him

[Fucking drugs, finally]

Then upon seeing his gun and revolver looked quite attractive for one last shoot too, now that he thought about it.

But man he had drugs!

The drugs caused him to lose his balance momentarily and he fell uncontrollably upon intake.

[Fucking good drugs] he says

Thump!

[My momma was right, always telling me my environment will eventually kill me.]

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[Man I gotta calm down] he took a few deep breaths, then tried hard to make himself stand straight again.

At this moment, with his reconciliation of mind and body, a memory fragment suddenly jumped out and appeared in his mind!

He had yet to get the money he loaned Jeff. That bastard probably doing good drugs rn.

[I hope you don’t experience any of this you sad fuck]

[ayo, God dude. Forgive my insolence and lack of mind on you. I’m faithful, a man of your own now. It’d be cool if ya cure me like all the other people who forget ya after curing them. No offense ma own. Shits part of man, part life]

At the moment, nignig felt his legs again.

[thank you]

He reached out and held himself down on his legs, it was painful and they were throbbing.

[Ah so this is what this life shit is about? Shits slowly becoming understandable.]

[Man what the fuck was my ass doing with drugs all this time] he throw his drugs across his small room.

[Everyone will die, including me!.]

[Jeff you fucker!! I’m coming back for my money]

…

There he stood, proud and aloof!

Jeff!!

I picked up a rock and I shots it was like an air ball. It hit him well, and I was in awe of how well I throw it till I snapped back after seeing it bounce off.

Who was I kidding, I was still thinking about it.

But now, I gotta focus. I looked toward his ugly face, I couldn’t help feeling discouraged.

Astonished, though, as I was reminded that this man had a girl. He was neither Tall and handsome, refined nor courteous. Nigga was anything but that.

Anyways I acted like my reaction was totally normal.

For I…I hated Jeff.

We knew each other since we were kids though

Unfortunately

Jeff looked at me, his brows furrowed.

I held my hands out in a helpless gesture. With a smile, I excused myself, “Sorry, slipped out of my hand.”

And then I picked up some more rocks and was about to practice shooting some more. My body’s been burning with vigor again ever since I got to his ugly house.

Plus I realized that my skills weren’t really that bad, I’m still in awe

Now Jeff wasn’t saying shit for a while. I was about to ask for my money when, instead as thpugh knowing what I was about to say. He glanced over at me with a not-quite-smiling expression.

He had hair up there on his head. Nigga try’s a different style every day. Now I’m bold. So I’m naturally jealous.

Being bald isn’t my fault.

Perhaps if I get my money today, I’ll change its fate?

I’m always honest and bashful about my feelings

Now Jeff was someone who really liked being mysterious. He had a monocle and a tall hat on like he be from the 90s. a fucking monocle man!

That shit costs my dollars.

Do you think it’s possible for me not to hate him?

Now I touched my head a bit embarrassed. He had bright eyes. And a not so bright head as I said.

I looked down as invisible tears rolled down my face. I know I am bold damit.

But I’ll have today’s victory

I had to take the initiative in this conversation

[ayo Jeff, where mah money at!! You damn fool. And what’s with the hat?]

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