It’s just chilling, you know? Kicking it with somebody, talking, making mad stupid jokes. And, like, not even wanting to go to sleep, ‘cause then you might be without ‘em for a minute. And you don’t want that.
Really funny how people making fun of immigrants speaking “broken english” only know one fucking language.
Nobody else will ever be able to save me if I’m not fighting as hard as I can to save myself.