1995, Summer, montebello=LA

you were super duper tired today and your friends: Stevie, Fuckshit, Ray, Fourthgrade and Ruben, Didnt know why but they kinda were gonna blackmail you for it in the future《》Right after skating you all went back to the shop fuckshit owned: Moterz and you didnt even acknowledge that fuckshit was having you lay down onto his stomach when you flopped onto the couch in there, tired as you were- you just fell into a nap and didnt move an inch, it was normal for you to just stop moving and breathe super quietly