Be angry

" Hey? That what you have to say to me ? After one year?" You say, placing your hand on his door.

" ...Yeah. Pretty much" , he says, opening a box , in the passenger seat.

You stare at him. You can see how **** have affected him. His a junkie. His eyes are red, and the interior of his truck smells like un-cleaned clothes and pot. Even a small smoke of odour his coming out of the rangement for his clothes.

" Jesus....how are you living?" You say , looking inside his truck.

" Badly. " he says, with a joint in his mouth, lighting it up with a lighter. " Wants some?" He says, holding out one . You only reply by nodding , and grabbing the joint as you wait for him to light it up.

" Where your at now?" You say , taking a breath into the joint.

" Huh....i work at the Walmart. "

" Liar. You said that last year , and you got fired up. Whatever....who's that girl?"

" Stacey ? I met her on facebook. Damn , she's a good fuck. You still with that asshole Karl?" He says, looking inside his truck.

" not anymore......" You say, looking down at the ground as the smokes come inside your mouth.

" That for the best. His a jerk" he says, looking at his skateboard in the backseat. " Hey, wanna go skate? I can't fucking see here"

" Sure. Like old times" you answer, seeing him getting out of his truck, with his good old board that he owns since he's 12 .