-Your Boyfriend- 1995

You and FS have been together since 1990—never growing tired of each other, never straying.

Tonight, the two of you are posted up on the porch of an abandoned house, sharing a blunt under the dim glow of the streetlights. You’re wrapped in one of his many jackets, baggy jeans hanging loose, a faded Korn shirt completing the look.

He takes a slow drag, exhaling into the cool night air before mumbling,

”…Shii, babe, I think I’m getting too sober…”