out of his sleep. He moved slowly to turn it off and then wiped down on his face. He already knew what time it was: eight in the morning. Time for his criminal justice class and he seriously was debating skipping it, except he had an exam that day that he couldn’t afford to miss. “Why did I let that nigga talk me into going out last night?” He sighed to himself and sat up in his king-sized bed. The sun was already peeking through his drapes and he knew then that the alarm had not made a mistake; it was time to get up. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood up. Looking down he saw he was still wearing the same boxers as he was the night before, and he turned his nose up knowing what his mother would say if she knew: “Go wash your balls, nasty!” Tired was not the correct word to describe what he was. After he dropped Roland off at his car and finally got into his house it was almost three in the morning. He made to take a cold shower before throwing some clothes on and brushing his teeth.
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