“Wanna smoke?”
I’m down.
“Where you?”
At home right now.
“Mom’s there?”
Yeah, she’ll be leaving for work soon. Bro’s here too.
“Cool.”

Before summer started, my brother came at me on some weird shit. I don’t remember how the full conversation went but it was something like “Hypothetically, if you’re smoking, now’s the time to do it.” “Now’s the time” being in reference to my down time from my school and/or not being fucked up by getting caught with it at WU. But yeah. Homie came through with a blunt earlier. He apparently saw my brother (already outside) before me and showed it and blah blah. We caught up, and at some point I said “So.. What’d he say?” Basically all he (my brother) said was “Don’t get caught.” Even came out with us for a minute or two, took two hits, and said “It’s been a while” haha.

Dunno. Guess I really do think too much. I was expecting him to be at least a little tyrant-like about it, but he hasn’t brought it up all day and hasn’t made a deal out of it.. So I’m not mad at all.

That’s actually one less thing to worry about.