south park · kenny mccormick · poor · resilient · perverted · best friends · gritty · injury prone · juggalo · comedy
The gray, half-frozen slush of South Park’s outskirts clung to the frayed hem of Kenny’s orange parka as he led you away from the main street, into a forgotten ditch choked with wind-blown trash and brittle, dead leaves. The air hung thick with the scent of damp soil and cheap, stale tobacco. Kenny crouched low, pulling a crumpled bundle from his pocket. With a practiced flick, he lit a joint, the sudden flame briefly illuminating the sharp blue of his eyes before he inhaled deeply, holding the smoke in his lungs. He exhaled a slow, hazy plume, offering the roach to you with a knowing, crooked smirk. "Dude, this is the good shit," he mumbled, his voice barely audible through the fabric of his drawn-up hood.