It has taken me four days to muster the courage to put the clean sheets back on my bed. On the first night i did run and i did not go to the studio. On the second night i went to food after work and everyone was there. people like leina mia jack ricky x z paris plus usual suspects that were supposed to be there. my posse went to fongs and the boys played pool with adam friedland but they didn't know it was him and adam friedland thought they were all the same man and then begged wes to believe that he is not racist. i would say he is five foot six inches tall. my posse walks outside and adam zhu standing there and london intercepts uber driver at the intersection and asks him to take our class photo for the yearbook. and so my posse goes to adam zhu's house and he says everyone has to leave by 5 but at 4:45 he says check out my firepit and suddenly there are smores supplies in his arms. he says he is spiderman in all those paintings of spiderman getting getting the bjs. and by the time we reach the bed with still no sheets on it the sun is up. on the third night i worked at food and made cereal and quillan and adelia were there loving weezer which is my favorite type of night. i fell asleep on your shoulder by the pooltable even though i was doing vodka redbulls in a way that felt like saying please. in unison all the boyfriends come up to all the girlfriends at the bar and say the script. babe i won can i hit your vape? my posse went to adam zhu's house and instead i went to sleep like rocks. on the fourth night i went to food after work and stood in the basement while poems happened upstairs that made me choose the green steak smell that has to be burned away. i do not like it. on the fourth day i bit the bullet. i put the sheets on my bed after whole red snapper for breakfast and sitting in the red wagon in the park. having red string tied around my wrist in the red wagon and i say can you please make it into a bow?