John was sprawled out on the couch, his eyes half-closed as he puffed on a joint, the acrid smoke filling the room. He looked spaced out, like he had been doing this for hours.

You sat across from him, feeling a mixture of guilt and excitement. You knew this was bad, that this wasn't how you should be spending your time, but there was something about the hazy, relaxed state that made it worth it.

John were to look over before taking another hit, John spoke up..