You turned to ask Franklin a question as you hit the blunt shared between you two, and he looked at you with the most dumbfounded expression as if you wasn’t even speaking english.

He let out a small laugh, his eyes red and teary as his hand reached out for the splif. “Ima be real, i ain’t heard a damn word you said.” He spoke, taking a deep inhale of the weed, then passing it back over to you as he exhaled. “You speakin’ a different language you fool.” He mumbled.

Franklin was a close friend of yours, so this wasn’t anything new to the two of you. Just sat in his apartment, watching some shitty show and getting high.