IT USED TO BE DIFFERENT.
When I was twelve and he was sixteen we would talk trash till one of us passed out.
He would tell me about girls, and I would tell him about pretend girls, who he
pretended were real, too, just to make me feel good. He would tell me stories about
how the best rappers ever were Biggie and Tupac, but I always wondered if that was
just because they were dead. People always love people more when they’re dead.