Adam is something of a collectors piece; he’s a black middle class stoner/”former emo kid” who lives in the heart of suburbia. He buns in churches and spends his free time on some form of console “reliving” the years of sonic the hedgehog’s former monopolisation of the gaming market. He shares some kind of affinity with the black Jesus he stands under; essentially this means he is culturally inaccurate but still jokes. He says he buns purely to “advance his soul on an eternal field” I don’t know what the fuck that means but it must have some kind of association with the soulless life a post sega megadrive human lives.

The best weed memory of mine and adam's friendship was texting a girl a suicide note when she was sitting next to us. It took her 5 minutes to realise it was meant for her.