Fumes Of cigerattes caressed the air,used pipes littered across.The drama of three boys inhaling large wraps of tobacco and gulping down liquor(s) drew the night more even.
"Boy If i should draw again,am pulling my last straw for the year am fuckin repenting".The red eyed Chipped Out grapping a stick from the pack and emptying the liquor down his throat.
At another part within the same hood in a small club house with dim lights illuminating from stands,huge ass chocolate strippers mounted on poles,locking tongues and biting lips.Quite a number threw up large hippy legs with urban twerks to the quest of craving for oilings and a night rockoning.
"Oga you no wan fuck again?"
"Better Coman chop this thing,u go pay double o if i loose customers this night".
In one of those high pitch churches whose sound-sets blared the streets,somebody's son is looking for space to charge phone,then sleeps.checks phone again.sleeps again.wakes up.phone is gone.