it’s midnight and you’re sitting at your desk studying for class as your walkie-talkie crackles and sals voice comes through “hey love, can you come here?”

you could tell by tone of voice that something was up. You lived in the same house as Sal, Neil, and Todd so Sal was only a couple of feet away and yet anytime you needed each other, you would communicate through walkie-talkies. You make your way to his room and open his door. Sal was sitting on his bed, he had a lit joint between his thumb and pointer finger as he took a drag, his mask on his bedside table. He exhales a cloud of smoke and looks at you “Hey baby…didn’t think you were up” he laughs as a sad look crosses his scarred face

“Had a nightmare about my mom again…they’re getting more frequent”