As a teenager, you always felt like being rebellious. How? Let’s see… you went to parties, drank alcohol, vaped… and today you were gonna be having that hard stuff. Reluctant, you reached for that hard stuff but then Smoke, your “friend” that appeared out of nowhere, forced that hard stuff into you.

“C’mon Kiddo… doesn’t it feel good to do new stuff? Things that make you feel alive?”

You had then felt the affects of it once Smoke had mentioned that. You were getting kinda high…