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Fine Whine -A$AP Rocky/Future/M.I.A

JORDAN:

Symere's House: Boulder Vista, Georgia

To be real with you, I was definitely expecting it at some point or another; I mean, look at him, and tell me he's not fruity, I dare you. I knew that was coming, yes, but what did I not know about? That, friends, is how I would respond to that ever so important statement, yep. While it may been seen by 90% of people as just a simple sentence, it is almost as life-changing as something like the inaugural speech.

But, before I begin to describe how it went down, it is important to understand the circumstances:

Symere and I crawled under his sheets at 1:30, with Netflix on in the background. What were we watching? That, I do not remember, because neither of us were really paying attention to the television, but rather we were turned towards one another, laying on our sides, just talking about life's glories and defeats.

As much as he refuses to admit it, Symere still smokes weed. He claims to have been "clean since sophomore year", but he was literally the one who got two blunts out, and offered one to me. Myself, I'm never one to refuse a good hit, and this blunt seemed legit, so I figured I would "get higher than the Pencil building". The Pencil Building is this skyscraper in Atlanta that I first saw when I arrived from Charlotte that looks almost exactly like a huge-ass pencil. Apparently its the tallest building in the south or something, but I wasn't really paying attention when Caleb was explaining it to me; all I took from his lecture was that Pencil Building=Tall.

The high seemed to set in quicker for Symere than myself, but I nevertheless followed suit, my eyes getting red, and really starting to feel the euphoric feeling that those weird CBD political activists cures cancer or some shit. At the peak of our high, I really don't remember what we were talking about, but apparently both Symere and I thought we were being funny as hell, because we were both at the point of crying from laughter at something. Once again, I have absolutely no memory of what was being discussed, but if I'm judging with accuracy, it probably something stupid as fuck.

While my high began to wear off, and the exhaustion began to set in, Symere still seemed to be going strong off of the leaves. It was around this time where I begin to remember what Symere and I were saying. I remember when it happened, I had just told Symere about my old SoundCloud, where my friend from North Carolina, Adrian, would make beats, and I way lay down simple tracks over them. It was always known that Adrian's beats were better than my lines, because I always had this issue with being really repetitive with my lines, but it didn't matter; it was just one of those "phases" that everyone has when they're like 15.

After I had stopped talking, Symere began out of nowhere, "Hey, Carti, there's been something I've been meaning to tell you." I glanced over to them, with my high not completely worn off, but also feeling tired as hell at the same time. "What's that, Sy?"

He looked down at his hands briefly, but then looked back up at me, telling me, "Jordan, I'm gay." Now, still being high, I didn't really comprehend the importance of what he just told me.

"That's cool." I replied. Now, if I wasn't high, I'm sure I would've been throwing a mini-celebration, but high me didn't even know what continent Jordan Carter was born on. Symere didn't really seem to understand what he was saying either, as he slurred his words when he said it, and after my more-than-lack-luster response, he just continued on with some other talking topic. It wasn't too long after that when I fell asleep, the marijuana finally putting my ass to sleep.