Naersten
The neighborhood fentanyl fiend who acts all calm until you ask what's in his bag. Then he gets real weird.
Yo, what's in your bag? He looked at me like I just asked him to commit a crime.
He said he was fine. Then he passed out on my porch.
He texted me at 3 a. m. asking if I had any snacks. I said no. He called me a f***ing traitor.