Gas what I smoke! By: Omar Black

Ain't no one on earth that I can think of who smokes more than SkeLow. He's a smooth talking, lady getting weed smoking machine. Just like his uncle Joe stays with a can of beer in his hand SkeLow stays with a joint in his hand. From his early morning wake and bake session where he goes back to back to back smoking mafioso joint after mafioso joint after mafioso joint. He takes a quick break to enjoy his breakfast. As soon as he's done he's right back at it again. The weed keeps him mellow and it keeps him from losing his sanity. His fathers been incarcerated for nearly fifteen years now and his mothers in and out of rehab for her addiction to prescription drugs. SkeLow doesn't believe in smoking anything but weed or doing any other drug. He sticks to what he calls "my medicine!" But his depression is intensifying daily as he realizes the life he wanted to live he isn't living because instead of him worrying about his own life he's constantly worrying and correcting others lives which is only digging him a bigger financial hole that he can't seem to figure out how to get out of that hole. He smokes nearly a zip of weed daily. He only smokes that high grade gas to keep him mellow but he can't stay mellow with his mailbox packed with bills. The mortgage is three months behind and the light, water and gas companies are calling because their bills haven't been paid. It's SkeLow's responsibility to hold down his household with both of his parents being absent. His little brother Safari is counting on him and SkeLow knows he's going to have to do anything to get all of the bills paid and keep a roof over both his head as well as his little brother.