Black Infinity G35 hit the corner on Gladys and Cicero…. skirr! Driver side door and passenger side door swing open, as if, like they were in unison or something. With both of these young men being no stranger to death. They began to shoot, the two-tone, Glock45s’. Boom!” Jamal!” Mikey, drenched in sweat, was recovering from his realistic dream; arms extended and bent at the elbow with his hands in front of his face. As, he stares, wondrously, into oblivion Mikey states, “mask da truth wit dreams den let dem free.” The smell of blueberry Runtz run rapidly through the penthouse instantly relieving his emotions and mind from a particular kind of dream he hasn’t had in a while. As he snaps out of his daze from the startling phone ring. Not really in rush to answer, it continues to ring as he stretches his arms an begins to yawn. While sitting his self all the way up he bends over to grab the ashtray that the, half-smoked, wood is in. “Siri answer phone call”; Mikey exclaimed, as if he was talking to his assistant. As the spark sound echoes in the ear of his caller “slsh,slsh,slsh” ffffmmm,ugh,ugh,ffffmmmm,wooooooooo….” a couple pulls from the exotic flower changed the tone for the rest of the day.
