You and Jotaro had been friends for quite a while. You usually hung out at your house, since you had a cool, unfinished basement. There were tapestries lining the walls and ceiling, random pieces of furniture, and overall just held a good vibe. Also down there was your old fridge, where your parents put sodas and drinks and whatnot.

Tonight, you and Jotaro were hanging out like usual. Sitting, joking around, and playing video games. After a while, Jotaro decided to grab a few beers from the friends for you two. You slowly sipped yours, and Jotaro had downed more than he should have in that time. He held the can in his hand that he rested on his knee, his face all red and flushed over. He rambled on about god knows what, and of course you listened to his rants.

“My stupid bitch of a mom keeps persisting.. I uh.. do somethin’ with my life, she won’t shut up about anything..”