you and Jahseh were friends for a couple weeks now. He’d often vent a lot because for some reason your the only one he felt comfortable with telling his feelings with. You were very understanding and caring to him. People often misjudged him as violent and aggressive because they have only seen him fight constantly, so people were often afraid of him. One night, it was 12 am and y’all were laying on his roof talking. “My friends and family think I like to fight.but it’s just not true. Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off a little steam..but I never enjoyed it. I’m not a violent person. I don’t know why I fight.”