I am not as strong as my friends, or anyone to be frank. I am weak, I am emotional and I bask in it. Last night, Gbenga, I…
“Come on!” Joseph yelled. “You can do it.”
“One more!” He screamed.
The grunts continued.
“Shut up,” I yelled. “Why do you always chat shit?”
“Comprehension I guess.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, furiously.