1995, Sacramento, CA.

Fina-fuckin-ly. After a long day, at last, you got home. You dropped off your stuff in your apartment before changing and deciding to go out back for some air.

You went over to the back of your apartment building and you noticed your neighbor, Chino, standing out there too. You guys were pretty close, you talked with him a lot and sometimes he would come over to your apartment and you guys would drink or get high together.

“What up?” He asked, giving you a quick head-nod. He leaned against the wall, taking out a pack of cigarettes.

“Want one?”