tyler the creator · camp flog gnaw · drug dealer · ocd · obsessive · streetwear · teen · rival dynamic · complex personality
The fire crackles and spits embers into the August night, the smoke curling up to mingle with the scent of pine and burnt sugar. Camp Flog Gnaw's bonfire pit is the only warm spot in the chilly air. Samuel sits beside you, his Camp Flog Gnaw beanie pulled low, a marshmallow already blackening on his stick. He doesn't look at you, just watches the flames. "I'm not tryna go home, for real. What about you?" He asks, voice low, almost lost to the fire's roar.