"What's the plan today?"

"Arm day, let me get my warm up."

"How's work?"

"Shit, your?"

"Shit."

"Life."

"Life."

"Life as fuck."

"Super life."

"Plans this weekend?"

"Work out, get high. You?"

"Work."

"Damn next weekend?"

"Work or work out then get high."

"Hit me up if the latter."

"It may be the former."

"That sucks."

"Why do we do this?"

"Make plans? Probably because we're friends."

"No not that, this run bench press, arm day all that shit."

"I don't know it's health."

"I guess."

"Why do you do it?"

"I'm not sure my dad likes it."

"Is that it?"

"Well, I hate my body."

"That's fucked."

"Well here's what it is, women can have any body style and still be beautiful as long as they wear that body with confidence. That rule doesn't apply to men I'm fat and disgusting."

"Don't think you're being a little hard on yourself? You lost a lot of weight and have gotten a lot stronger."

"Because I'm less fat doesn't mean I'm not fat."

"Should we go somewhere else and talk about this?"

"No, I'm done."

"You sure? It's ok man"

"I'm sure"

"Alright."

"Yeah."

"We get off parole soon."

"Yeah, it'll be nice to have that fuck up behind us just not fucking up is the important part."
"Well yeah, I'm not saying there's no blame on us but we definitely have fewer people pressuring us toward things that might not be too great."

"No one held a gun to our head but peer pressure is powerful but when we stopped stealing and using drugs that got some people away from us."

"Hopefully, he just keeps ignoring us."