Pulitzer Prize winner Junot Díaz reads “Boyfriend,” a short story from his 1997 collection, Drown.
I should’ve been careful with the weed. Most people it just fucks up. Me, it makes me sleepwalk. And wouldn’t you know I woke up in the hallway of our building feeling my head had been been stepped on by my high school marching band. My ass would’ve been there all night if the folks in the apartment below hadn’t been having themselves a big old fight at three in the morning. I was too fried to move, at least right away. Boyfriend was trying to snake girlfriend, saying he needed space, and she was like, “Motherfucker, I will give you all the space you need.”
From KWLS 2008: New Voices.