Friday Highday same mate same mission same bus same buzz same terrible decision saying Im on the way while Im still in the kitchen whole night built round weed and poor nutrition Friday Highday eyes low brain loud talking pure nonsense like we cracked some cocaine out aint changing the world just killing some time two spliffs one garden and a set of dumb minds and a set of dumb minds and a set of dumb minds Friday trainers on pat down phone, keys, wallet left the house feeling cool came back, forgot the chronic left again missed the bus, blamed Kate, blamed traffic really I was in the garden looking for my rizla while the bastards in my pocket bus stop got three school kids two blokes one pigeon and the pigeons seasoned and seen some shit the pigeons got his eye on one of the blokes chips through the paper of the bag, like “mate make one false move an Im claiming them” ... ... ... finally... 2 0 3 .... bus comes wheezing like its sick of this route driver got the face of a man who fucking hates the youth and I tap in walk back to the one seat left empty next to a woman eating something from tupperware ...... ugh, fuck sat down careful, act natural, lets roll then the bus lurch forward and my head smacked off the pole not hard but enough that everybody seen it had to do that fake little shrug, like yeah man I meant to lean Dale texts “you close” I say dude define that he says “where you at?” I say emotionally? pretty bad he says “mate, just get here man” yeah man, copy I spend four fucking stops thinking if that reply was sloppy but I hate typing while traveling cos it makes my belly choppy meanwhile some guy in a puffer coat playing TikTokys out loud and every clip sound like a robot getting bullied by a crowd then one woman starts facetime yelling out “RACHEL, TELL THEM I SAID NO!!” here we go, now we all in this bitches business by the Tesco an.... and how the fuck are we still stuck on Hyde Road Friday Highday same mate same mission same bus same buzz same terrible decision say Im “five away” but Im still nowhere near ... crap I just headbutted the window now, did it have to diink so loud I aint turning around with this big mark on my head Friday Highday, buses long and now my forehead red wonder why we always fucking forgetting what we said aint changing the world just frying our minds watching dumb shit in a garden on a Friday night verse two, performed as precussive onomatopoeia ... damn, I wasnt supposed to read out that line, was I get off at the stop near the red rock light like, shit, the pavement smell like salt, grease, and real bad life choices gotta short walk now, but the walk get longer when your brain start narrating every other walker like a voiceover talking Theres always that one cat on a wall looking at me disrespectful with a tooth hung out his mouth like Im late for a meeting he specifically scheduled “alright, I feel bad, but what do I say to that" ...."sorry kitty" now Im stood in the road rethinking where my life is at get to his gate Its the same squeak Give it the same knock Get the same text saying come round back, front doors locked walk round and through the back path He got a new hose but still got a dead plant in the pot neighbors shed shaking like a body before a crime scene shot Dudes in the garden with the tray on his lap looking real focused like hes doing fake maths licking the paper with concentration like the fate of Iran depends on this spliffs wrap Laura losing her shit bad cos she been waiting "four hours since he stuck down the rizla" “gwarn my dude, you good” “nearly” “thats debatable it been in the bag so long the buds begining to become biodegradable" dale stopped building switched lanes into explaining with pacients saying “technically its natural, so its already in degradation” laura shot a look that could curdle what hes saying “less TED talk, more moving, quit stalling clocks ticking professor, skip the dissertation finally gets it built and sits down proud like this motherfuckers just invented the cloud first drag hit, then its “dude, listen, man yeah... you ever wonder whether fish know theyre wet" now the snacks come out and its instantly biblical one pack of cookies got Laura political phone out, scrolling through every video to find the impression of trump but where the fuck did it go I just need a line dont overthink the above then somehow we drift to the deepest stuff like “bro, do ghosts fuck rough” and “you think they blow extoplasm when they bust” then back to dumb shit like whether his neighbours shed looks exactly like the Wallace and Gromit one from the golf game on the headset then we both stop talking and just stare at the stars which would be nice if his garden wasnt in a flight path Friday Highday same mate same mission Friday Highday same mate same mission Friday Highday © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. 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