text: “People do anything for the internet,” I said, looking down at my friend, Naldo’s phone. He was showing me a video of two dudes in a store cutting holes into bags of dog food then pouring it all on the floor. People didn’t care about anything these days. “Facts,” he replied, “let’s go, my mama just said the food is ready.” I leaned up from against the wall and began walking. We had been standing in front of Nulo’s for at least 15 minutes. The owner didn’t mind, only because he knew both of our families. If anyone else tried hanging near the building like us, the police would be pulling up before they could blink. “Damn,” Naldo said as he sniffed his shirt. “I hope this smell goes away before we get to my crib. I don’t wanna hear her mouth.” Naldo’s mama didn’t play about her son or any of his friends smoking weed. I really didn’t even wanna go now. Before I could say anything, a black truck stopped beside us. My first instinct was to run, but there was no reason after the window came down. It was my older cousin, Valon. “Aye boy, don’t go that way. I just saw some crazy ass shit!” I laughed because he was short and chubby with a voice like Kevin Hart. Me being high made it even funnier. “Cuzzo, I’m not joking,” Valon replied, sounding like he was trying to make his voice deeper. I knew he wasn’t playing but I couldn’t stop laughing. “Okay, I hear you,” I replied. Everything he said went into one and out the other. All I wanted to do was eat. “Ight, nevermind,” he said, before smashing the gas and taking off down the street. He was pissed. Normally this side of town was packed, but not tonight. Valon was the only person I’d seen riding since we left the store. That was kinda crazy to me. I felt my phone vibrate, I figured it was my sister, but it was a notification from Instagram. Naldo tapped my shoulder, causing me to jump a little bit. “Damn, what?” I asked while scrolling through Instagram. “Bro, am I tripping, or is that dog really floating?” He asked. We both were high as kites so I didn’t bother looking. “Nah, you just tripping.” “LOOK,” he snapped, while repeatedly tapping my shoulder. I glanced up and damn near dropped my phone. “What the hell,” I whispered. The dog was definitely floating. We took a couple steps forward and a small shadow figure appeared. The harder I looked the more the figure looked like a small kid. He giggled while holding the dog in the air with his feet. “Bro, what the fuck!” Naldo shouted, causing the child to turn his head our way so quickly his neck could’ve broken. This had to be from the weed. I closed my eyes and smacked my head repeatedly. Everything went quiet. The smell of cigarettes hit my nostrils hard. I opened my eyes only to see the child standing in my face with Naldo’s head in his hand...