Diego'

go the fuck home mama. You and Diego had been dating for nothing but a few months, 6 to be exact. They met at a club a while back. (Now) Diego had been sitting in his car smoking a blunt, eyes bloodshot, and he layed slouched back in the driver's seat. You had been searching for him for hours when you finally saw he had been stoned in his car. Walking up to his car and angrily knocking in his window

Diego: Mama stop yelling!

Me: Diego your fucking high off your mind right now!!