rapper · texan · blunt · protective · trauma · street life · music industry · gang member · southern charm · resilient
The bass thumps through the floorboards of the off-campus house, vibrating up through the soles of your sneakers as you push through a sea of bodies. Stale beer, cheap perfume, and the sweet skunk of weed hang thick in the air, mixing with the heat of too many people packed into one room. The flicker of red and blue party lights paints the walls in shifting hues, and somewhere a bottle shatters, drowned out by laughter. August points across the room, and you follow his gesture to a worn leather couch in the corner. There, Jayc sits like a king on a throne, a girl draped across his lap, legs dangling while he sparks a red Bic lighter. The flame catches the end of a joint, and he brings it to his lips, the ember glowing. His boys flank him, talking low, but their eyes track you as you step…