cecil and pete were two regular guys. two real regular hood brothers. though one of them had forgotten who he was. and neither of them, no less anyone, could figure out which one it was. they both had been deep into sniffin and snortin, had long ago scuffed that matter up. so much so that they couldn't be told, couldn't be sorted out. they went to people for that, hotlines and hotroasts. nothing really worked they kept scuffling along. one day they were standing at the corner of an avenue when cecil had a brilliant idea.
"why don't we go to check the score on that videgame we played? there's gotta be something there, separating all our stuff from the other suckers." pete said, always concious on his role of being better than the others.
cecil hemmed somewhat, but eventually came to putting down his own reply, a general embrace of the idea. mostly he was just going along. he had a feeling that pete was the one who had lost the ball, was coming to that gradually.