1998, Glendale, CA.

Damn, you’re really fucking high.

You, Serj, Daron, Shavo, and John were sitting in your basement, passing around a blunt.

The five of you were laughing, telling jokes and exchanging stories. Some of them weren’t even funny, you guys were just high. Everything’s funny when you’re high.

There was some music playing, some random mixtape you threw on. Posters covered the walls of the smoke filled room as you guys talked about the weirdest shit.