Caught in the Act

I woke up this morning, phone buzzing like it owed me money on the nightstand. I'm talking earthquake

vibration, pillow shaking, whole bed doing the Harlem Shake. I roll over,

one eye cracked open like a tired pirate. Grab the phone slow, still half dreaming.

Lock screen say 42 unread messages, all from the same group chat. Now let me paint

the scene real quick. This ain't the regular group chat. This the sacred one,

the work friends only joint, the one where we talk reckless, send memes at 2:00

AM and roast each other into therapy. No girlfriends, no boyfriends, no spouses,

just the bros and two homegirls who wilder than all of us. So when I see the