We got a case and drank them behind the YMCA and then tried to walk to the church night at our community center where my mom and all our friends and fam were.

We never made it. By the time we got there it was over. It was hot, we were sloppy drunk and the foster kid who stayed with us was black out drunk.

We fought each other over whether to take him home or let him sleep it off. It was a mess, whole time he is throwing up on himself. Girls crying and begging us to do shit but we are all drunk and dumb.

Finally my mom found us and cursed me out and made me sit with him at the hospital. They swore he had drugs because he was out of it but dude was 4-11’ and 80lbs wet.

Next day my mom made me clean up the back yard because I refused to snitch on who got us the beer. Dude finally gets out of the hospital and said he had a great time.

Nigga.