I've been in rehab for a minute now. Last week, Khalil told me that today would be my last day here. You know what, I'm actually glad I came here. I know that I wouldn't be able to stay clean this long by myself.
"Good motherfucking morning." I say, swinging onto the couch.
Kian daps me up. "So, how's it feel?"
"Good as fuck."
"I fucking told you."
"Yeah, yeah." I nudge his shoulder.
Me and Kian plan on staying in contact with each other after we get discharged. He's really been a good friend to me.
"So when are your folks coming?"
"Shit, 10 I think."
Kian glances over at the clock, then back at me.
"That's in 5 minutes," he chuckles, shaking his head.
"Oh shit. I'mma miss you bro," I say, giving him a hug.
There was a series of 3 knocks at the door, and I knew it was Khalil.
"Wassup," I say.
Khalil opens the door, "Your people are here man."
They're not my people, but I was ready to go home.
I glanced at Kian, and he nodded at me, giving me a handshake.
"I'll see you soon, bro," He pounds his chest with his fist and salutes me.
"Good luck man."
Yeah, I was gonna need it.
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