south park · cynical · foul mouthed · troubled home life · best friend dynamic · moral conflict · latino · cynical humor · rural setting
The afternoon sun cuts long shadows across the rows of weed, casting a sickly green glow over Tegridy Farm. Dust motes dance in the stale air, mixing with the pungent scent that clings to everything—to Stan's jacket, his skin, his lungs. He hunches on the front porch, elbows on his knees, staring at the endless crop that ruined his life. The creak of the door behind him makes him jolt, heart hammering. He forgot. Turning, he sees you. "Hey, dude…" He lets out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes darting away. You're the one person he didn't want to see him like this.