2004, Los Angeles, CA.

You had to cover someone else's shift at work today, and you felt bad because your boyfriend, Ricky, had been calling you all day and you promised him you would see him as soon as you got off, which was usually 5:30.

You headed over to the street corner where he sold his crack, and he saw you pretty quickly.

"Where the fuck you been? I've been trying to call you all fuckin' day, why haven't you been answering your phone?" He asked once you got close enough to talk.