make lemonade

Art decided on this beautiful Sunday, our adventure would be to take a mini trip to Miami to take pictures in front of the murals.

Mental chatter: You sure? How do you know he is not a serial killer?

Thought ran full circle: He hasn't provided any substantial evidence to support that accusation. Relax.

He was driving us down the fast lane on the I with the windows down and the music blasting. The wind whipped and whirl from how fast we were going but I felt calm. Normani and 6lack setting a chill vibe. Bobbing my head, I packed my joint in the passenger seat, ready for the buzz. My mind was in the middle of processing all the shit I had to get done. This adulting shit is beyond my existence. Nothing but bills.

Starter up: Student Loans

My mulling was interrupted by Art thoughts aloud:

"You should try talking to your father, Majey..."

So, I decided...what heck.

What do I have to lose? Besides my life I mean...haha.