“You’re acting crazy, Kash,” Josie remarked.
“You owe me for that camera, dude,” the photographer stated.
“f**k your camera, man, and get out of here before I kick your ass,” I shouted.
“Are you serious right now?” Josie questioned, stepping between me and the
photographer.
“Very serious and since you set me up, you can get out with him,” I told her and walked
off and heard her heels behind me.
“Kash! Kash! Wait, please,” Josie said.
“I’m putting this on all the blogs. Wait until I sue your ass!” the photographer yelled.
Josie grasped my arm and turned me to face her.
“Kash, listen, I didn’t have anything to do with him taking our photo,” Josie pleaded.
I ran a hand through my hair. “It doesn’t matter, Josie. It looks off and lets me know I
can’t trust you.” I heard laughter
