baboo.

Would you take a bullet for me?

“No” I hear you say.

Would you jump off the first floor for me? Well..

When I was a young child I had a best friend who lived on my block. We were inseparable. We’d spend hours playing football, or video games, or making stuff out of cardboard and just generally fucking about, as kids do.

One day his parents had enough and locked him up in his room. It was situated on the first floor and they must’ve thought they had it covered.

They were wrong. I was playing outside and saw him running towards me with a smile. I was so confused. “How did yo-“

“Hehe.”