Autumn's angel

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"Did edgar allen poe, write poems?!", I bugged my Uruguay friend over on the line. "Of course he did, now what do you need, Gerard. You always bother me when you need something." Max said it in a way to cause some static over our phone call. "NOthing!" I replied awkwardly in some sort of handsome manner. He knew I was selfish. I was actually walking down and through a suburban neighborhood driveway. He didn't know that, I knew max was most likely to be at his 9-5 cubicle day shift.
"We should hit Alley Katz tonight and see t.t.i.w., i got some mario caps and green haze!! They'll play RIDDLEZ, the SOLO!!!" i spoke half heartily. Continuing with our day talk, I walked onto a brick path connected to the driveway and up steps i came to a red door.
A gold doorknob with a path finder right above my sights in arms. "Max, i'll call you later i just got to a friends", i said in hoping he would make up his mind about tonight's show. I hung up and started to dial for my friend Seb, it's short for sebastian.
Sebastian Lavander, 23, is as classy as the fragrance himself. He was one of those guys around my age who still thought they could be something more. My phone buzzes as it rang. "Yo..ooo u here??", Sebastian coughing as he answers me. "Open your door, dude. I'm here", my tendencies were sly. "Word, i'll be down", he hung up. I hung up as well.
I turn away from the door to see his mother's scenery. Hollow styrofoam pumpkins by the steps i've walked. Autmun's leaves were coloring his green top. His cul-da-sac looked empty, given it was about 11:30, kinda rushing noon. Most of everyone on the neighboring loop had to been at work or in school. Your typical cul-da-sac with mailboxes, yellow orange scattered leaves, and that one basketball hoop everyone shared.
I heard a vacuum sealed door opening behind me, it made the air creep. It was Sebastian, wearing his Diamon Logo red T and black gym shorts with his matched socks and white jordan flops. Head to head we were the same height, "Yooooo whats up!!" I dapped him up and gave my brother a big hug.
We were different cats with different tastes, but we both loved eating gasoline and snorting nicotine. "Just chilling, youu know", he cheekily smiled as he brought me in.
The smell of marijuana roars at me as i tried to settle comfortably, taking my shoes off gently. He brought me to the side and we walked into his living room. There was a couch facing a giant flat screen T.V. Beside the couch was a fire, glass guarded so flames wouldn't catch quickly. No wonder it reeked of weed. I noticed his 13 inch mason jar of weed was opened. "I guess your mom's not home, Seb? Let me get a Xanax bar and i'll trade you a half gram of my bud for a half gram of yours."
"5 dollars for that bar, because you my boy. I went to Macon this weekend and sold 150 bars." He couldn't believe it himseld and he laughed. " Dude these pills are a solid 1gram and theyre strong as fuck! Imagine the people who actually need them," he laughed again. was pretty surprised myself, knowing he got busted a few years back. Just a felony for a pound of medicinal ganja. The police came into his Rich mom's house and went to his third floor bed room and raided the fuck outta that asshat. Though at times he does seem to pull out a bunny, but thats while he doesn't try to play ball with me.
Conversations where dialogues seem to look like air bubbles, they just bore me. Everyone wants to be that wolf in sheep's clothing, i just want to be that black sheep. Where nothing mattered. We both sat on his couch by the warm fire, idled by light sounds from the television.
"So hows your day?", He asked as he exchanged for my money.

Notes

Gerard talks to people