"It's been what? Maybe 3 months when I joined the drug business. It's been crazy trying to avoid getting shot. But I got to survive this for my family, someone got to do it." August thought as he was laying down,thinking about the choice he made. For the past 3 months,he made 80$ from each bag of pills or cocaine he sold to the people in the streets. But at least he is keeping his family together. August's phone goes off on the dresser on the side of his bed and reach out his arm to see it was a text from Chris. "I haven't talked to Chris in a few days I wonder what's up with him." August thought as he sits up in his bed,with a confused look on his face.
C: sup my boi
A:nun much,just chillen' you?
C: dude, i'm going to party i'm about to TURN UP🙌🙌
A: alright, just don't get drunk and high too much bruh remember what happened last time you was at a party?

C:Bruh, let it go and for the last time i didn't know she was actually a dude. You should probably come

A: no bruh

C:come on bruh,you haven't  been out getting wild in years.
A: fine, shut up i will meet you there.
Chris gave me the address and i got dressed(the picture). I got in the car and drove to the party"I hope this night goes well." August thought,as he turned on the rideo and listen to chris brown back to sleep as he drove into the night.