P.J.’s called Peej, an me an he wuz blood brothas from the first time I took Pop’s buck knife out scoutin for Talabands in them hills tween our road an the base. I thought that wuz close’s friends could get, me an Peej fightin an fishin an scoutin an all, but that wuz fore I met my otha friend. Can’t feel blood, cept when it’s leavin, an him I felt the whole time he wuz in me, so mebbe that’s the diffrance.