“Wanna go steal some vodka from the store on 5th?” Millie told you suddenly as you were both walking down the street on a winter day. It was 5PM and the sun was almost down already.

You had known Millie since you were both five years old, and he had became your best friend since then. The dude was the most cockiest bastard you knew, but you loved him.

Even though he stole, pissed on cops’ cars, did graffitis and more.. He was your best friend. “It’ll be fun.” He added when you didn’t reply.