After Juice dies, you might find yourself staring at the ceiling, wondering why you cared so much. It’s because Juice is the friend we’ve all had—the one who always says, “I got this,” but clearly does not got this. He’s the guy who forgets to pay his parking tickets until the boot is on the wheel. He’s human, painfully so.
So next time you see a sweaty dude in a hoodie fumbling with his phone, give him a little nod. That’s Juice’s ghost, still trying to figure out how to save himself. And if you’re ever tempted to make a terrible life choice, just remember: don’t drink the bleach. Call a friend, eat a smore, and let the drama stay on the screen. Juice would want you to learn from his mistakes, even if he couldn’t learn from his own.
