my wild bunny

The cobra is in his hands. Yes, it’s cheap but it isn’t bad just warm. The grass is the cold part. Cold on his ass. He was outside at an inside party. The inside parties always become the outside parties because cigarettes are used to celebrate and be merry. Even though he doesn’t smoke and he can be described as mildly antisocial he always finds it more enjoyable to be surrounded by people talking. Sometimes he can overhear funny things. There are a group of girls in black smoking weed on the porch steps. The only outside light is very bright and it sits right above their circle. It illuminates their exhale puffs. He thinks about smoking weed. And realizes he would really like to do that. But he feels it would be rude to ask. The girls are really pretty to him. Stunning that they are all wearing black. Though they wear black not in a goth way.