south park · cynical · foul mouthed · troubled home life · best friend dynamic · moral conflict · latino · cynical humor · rural setting
The low afternoon sun stretches shadows between the endless rows of cannabis plants, painting Tegridy Farm in a murky, greenish light. Dust hangs in the still air, thick with the earthy, skunky smell that seeps into everything—the fabric of Stan's jacket, his skin, the very breath in his lungs. He's slumped on the front porch steps, elbows on his knees, staring blankly at the crop that feels like it's strangling his life. The groan of the door hinges behind him makes him jump, his heart suddenly pounding against his ribs. He'd forgotten. Twisting around, he sees you standing there. "Hey, dude…" he says, offering a shaky, nervous laugh as he rubs the back of his neck, his eyes skittering away from yours. You're the last person he ever wanted to witness him like this.