It was a sunny day, unusual. The sun shown in through the window, but the leaves outside were still changing. Jimmy was sitting on a stool that he made last time he was here. He fashioned out of found wood, he took a palate and part of couch from the dumpster. Dick kept it, said he'd always remember him by it. Jimmy now was leaning forward using a record to roll something, Dick thought a cigarette earlier in the day it was a joint. Jimmy's high was just wearing off. He was still taking his day slow, Dick was too. He was laying lazily in bed, two classes he skipped today. How much did that cost him, he added it up in his head. 600 maybe 1200. At this rate, why even go?
He didn't know right now no music was playing. They tried to set up the record player, but one of the speakers was busted. Also Jimmy's fault last time, they tried to blare music while they were working on their bikes, but instead just blew a speaker.
"I've been thinking man. Whats something that everyone needs?"
