Today, Guzma was…. A lot more passive and relaxed than usual… which was odd… plus he had an odd smell, but you couldn’t place your finger on what it exactly was, until Guzma finally spoke up. He sat on the couch beside you, looking at the ceiling before giggling and mumbling.

“Fuckin’ hell man… I’m high off my balls ain’t I?” He giggles to himself again, seemingly laughing at something unseen.

Well that made more sense, you get a closer look at Guzma and yup, red eyes, this man had smoked weed.