"Yo, do you like these?" I asked Damian. He was sitting on my bed, disinterestedly watching me model half my wardrobe in front of the mirror.
             He shrugged, tendrils of smoke creeping from the corners of his mouth.
             "I guess." As he spoke, a huge plume of smoke leapt from his lips, filling the room with a sweet smell.
             "Lemme get a hit of that," I gestured towards the glass pipe. He handed it to me, and I quickly lost interest in finding the right pair of pants.
             "You like this?" I asked him, nodding towards the stereo speakers. Jungle beats were pounding from them.
             "Yeah. Did you mix this?"
             "Nah. Chris made it for me." I returned the colorful bowl to him. My hands, now empty, began to flow in sync with the music. Soon they were dancing in circles around me as my feet led the way. I watched myself in the mirror, satisfied with my body's response to the music.
             Damien watched approvingly, moving his head in response. "You gonna go to Burst tonight?"
             "I'm waiting for Chris. He's supposed to spin later, but if he doesn't call me, I think I might just chill on the corner over by Nick's."
             "Well, I'm gonna go pick up a 40 and head down to the park up on 218th in a little bit if you want to come along."
             "Nah. I'm gonna hang around for Chris for a while, but I might stop by later."
             "Alright, cool." Damien stood up to leave. "Later," he said offering me his hand.
             "Later." I joined hands with him and patted his on the back as he made his way to the door. I returned to the mirror almost immediately.
             I continued to dance in front of it, completely stoned, for what seemed like only a few minutes. By the time the phone's ring interrupted my movement, I was already starting to sweat.
             "What's up?" It was Chris.
             "I'll meet...