He wanted to go to the party. But he didn't want to want to go.

Before the break, before seemingly everybody had deserted town and campus, he had had this idea of what the week would look like. He would spend it alone except for the short conversations he would have...

Few months passed. Dave did some jobs. He and BAKA saw some messed up shit. Shit that Dave found messed up, but not BAKA. It was all normal to him.

"Just brush it off, fam." or "Just a another day, bruv."

For a few weeks BAKA strung Dave along. Many long nights...