Overheard in the waiting room

"Gonna take me a mutha fuckin NAP!"

I glanced up from the Esquire I was reading, trying to restrain my face from shooting the baseball-capped stranger a look of incredulous disgust. The guy was in his 20's: jet black hair, goatee, light blue jeans hanging down below his ass. He fit the perfect description of the type of person you'd expect to see in a car audio store. He half sat, half threw his body onto the other half of the couch I was sitting on. I payed his companion no heed, and went back to reading about Jack Johnson. Hopefully they'd be finished working on my car before too long. He adjusted his cap as he spoke to the guy he had walked in with:

"Man- once I get my papers from my P.O. I'm gonna roll myself a gigantic fattie."

I had to choke back my giggle. To my left was a rotund lady in her 40's, drenched with sweat; across from her in the small waiting room --adorned with posters of Lambourghinis and Ferraris-- was a high school girl. To admit that I am going to smoke weed, even to admit I have a parole officer, is something that I would have trouble confiding to my closest friends in complete privacy. This guy was surrounded by complete strangers. His friend, a gangly-looking fourteen year-old, spoke up:

"What was that?"
"I said I'm going to roll myself a fattie," he said, louder, "a marijuana cigarette."
My shoulders shook with silent laughter. A huge smile spread across my face as my eyes watered. His intonation was cool, impassioned. It had the self-assured confidence of a complete idiot who doesn't know he's stupid.
"Jesus, it's been forever since I got high man." He continued.
"How long?"
"...Three years. And I could probably get ahold of some reaaaally sweet, smelly ganja too."
The teenager, likely his brother, laughed obediently, his braces glinting in the dim overhead light, his knees coming up towards his chest with every bout of laughter.

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And that's all I wrote. I have problems with projects that I can't complete in one sitting. This is about all there is to it, though.