There was a boy I went to school with. One of my artboyz. Purely platonic. We were each others… well basically He was one of the eyes to eyes ( same height) that got a kick outta trying my maddening ass just because he knew it’d be WAR and we’d be sneak attack- shoving each other for days over physical insurrection. Hindsight? After 9th grade we majors didn’t have gym lol. I think he was keeping us spry 😆.

He made it into Elysum as PBB. . .”Pretty Boy Body”🤣because the platonic consensus was he had the best boy body in school, hands down. He was happily insane. But I owed my sprints being fire to him. & my tackles. The halls would become the Serengeti playing hood tag with him. We had to take stairs outta the field(3 story building) so nobody’d die.

This guy’s frame reminds me of the home elbowing him in the neck was. Except HE could kick my ass lol. Allegedly. I’d probably be letting him tho😏