High Spirits - Written by : Lovon P.

Weedman stands posted up against the wall, arms crossed, head low, looking like he’s carrying the weight of the world—or at least a half-pound of self-doubt. The room is lit in a warm, hazy glow, R&B vibes filling the air as people laugh, play cards, and just kick back. But Weedman’s in his own zone, lost in thought. His homie spots him from across the room, shakes his head, and walks over with a chuckle. He leans in, nudging Weedman. “Bro, you good?” 

Weedman lets out a heavy sigh, his voice low. “Yeah… it’s just… am I a bad influence on you guys? All I do is take your money and give you weed. Like, am I destroying your lives, bro?”Homie can’t help but laugh, shaking his head. 

“Bro, you didn’t even know about this kickback until I called you to pull up! And look at us—we’re all college students here, including you! How’s that business course going, anyway?” He’s grinning now, trying to get Weedman to crack a smile. Weedman perks up a bit, his eyes getting a bit wider. 

“Oh, it’s going good, bro! Really informative, you know?” He chuckles, looking stoned but somehow proud, like he just nailed a pop quiz question. Homie claps him on the shoulder. “See, man? 

You’re good. You’re out here running a business and helping us unwind. You’re practically doing community service, my guy!”Weedman finally lets out a deep laugh, the heaviness slipping away as he leans back against the wall with a lazy grin. His homie joins in, and they just vibe, laughing off the doubts—at least for tonight.