you’ve been on twitter all night. Uzi said he was dropping tonight, reddit said he was dropping tonight—the feeling of anticipation is only beaten by the sensation of excitement.

It’s a conveniently warm day, your hoodie protects you from brisk whistles of the wind from the porch. In front of you sit a small glass table, three chairs, and a small Bic lighter. You’re outside with some of your friends who also like Uzi. To the left, your boy’s leg is shaking with anxiety, glaring at his phone as if it’s glaring back at him. To your right your other friend plays with a long blunt filled with marijuana—still unlit, as he stares at the sky. You guys didn’t want to smoke too early just in case disappointment struck.

The Bic lighter stood on the table, irritated due to its neglect, but it needed to understand that the situation was important—more important than the flicking it so desperately wanted.

11:59

“He’s not gonna fucking drop,” groaned your friend to the left. He shut off his phone and threw it onto the table, “just light the blunt and imma drive back home.” He grabbed the Bic from the table and started flicking the red trigger at the top, playing with the short bursts of flame.

Your friend with the blunt stuffs the end into his mouth and beckons for the lighter. He grabs the Bic and strikes the flame open. The blunt begins to light and he draws in smoke. A flowering of red and burst of smoke fill the night as he takes in a long hit of the blunt.

phooooo, cough—cough, sigh

The blunt moves to you. You finally turn off your phone, not realizing your hands were shaking from the anxiety turned to anger. You take in a long drag from the blunt, letting the smoke warm your lungs. The potent smell of the marijuana fills your nose, helping you forget the emotions you were feeling just a second ago. You pass the blunt to your friend to the left but keep the smoke in. You hold the smoke in your lungs until it burns and your eyes start watering with pain—and still yet keep it in.

12:00

An alarm goes off on your friends phone to the right, “MAN FUCK THIS!” He yells. Your lungs are burning, and eventually you choke—letting your body almost regurgitate the smoke out. You start coughing uncontrollably while your friend to the left laughs, “Haha—you bitch.”

You smile, eyes still watering.

cough, cough, AHEMMM

12:01

You slump back into your chair, now suddenly feeling the cold of night. Crossing your arms, you sigh at stare up at the sky. The stars look nice tonight—where the fuck is the moon at? You listen to the sounds, in the distance the soft rumble of cars can be heard. Maybe a delivery driver bringing pizza to a house, or a late night uber for someone else. The crickets chirp in unison, generating an orchestra of music with the groans of the cars nearby.

12:02

You feel around your pockets to make sure you still have the keys back to your dorm on you, ‘Good,’ you think, ‘maybe it’s better he takes his time with it because who knows what—‘

Suddenly notifications start blowing up all three phones, you all sit up immediately in your seats and grab your phones. Your friend to the left spits out the blunt with excitement.

“Pick it up, dumbass!” you whisper to him fiercely. He obeys your command while you read out the first words you see on your phone,

“LilUziVert Tweeted: ETERNAL ATAKE—THANK YOU FOR WAITING spotify.com/...”

Everyone is silent but the feeling of euphoria was shared between all of you. You hear a short beep to the right of you as your friend turns on his speaker.

And the first track of 16 starts playing.

12:03

“Pass the blunt,” you say.