im no prole goy mr. fix-it but i tell him, "sure, i got you."

"sick, brah, you really saved my ass."

"looks like you got a pretty full car there..."

"oh yeah brah, im living out this bitch."

"oh...word?"

"yeah, its not much of a life but it is a life."

i continue to see this 6'5 chad at the gym (because he lives there...i guess) and we start kicking it. find out he went to berkeley, actually, and ask him why hes homeless. "i think everything happens for a reason, brah." uhh, ok. not really an answer but...

homeless chad is pretty ripped and says we should work out together (both 100% str8 btw) so i ask him what he does and it turns out to be a mix of everything hes learned to love (again, perhaps because he lives at the gym). homeless chad is running shit on the basketball court so i say ill play a little ball.

next time i see him he grabs me as hes heading to the court and i ask him how we get into the game, if hes waiting for people, etc. he says, "nah brah, im pretty faded, just chilling here," and packs a fat lip of cope. since were apparently not getting in the game i also pack a fat lip of cope and "chill" at the gym basketball court.

the end of the story is that a smokeshow 9.5 becky comes over and also "chills" with homeless chad as we watch the basketball game and dip.

your move, xo biglaywers.

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