je ne sais pas.

the men reported to take care of it.
the lankiest of the three (at the time) took a handful and shared some with me.
we quickly stuffed our faces full.
the colours spun together.
Due to our state we stayed outside in the summer moolight.
the cops came.
i feared nothing.
a friendly kiss turned into passion.
violence took it's toll, leaving with less than it came with.
it commenced with sense and ended with nothing.
NOTHING.