He was a riot and unpredictable. Give him a little weed and he’s as predictable as the weather. He can smile as he stabs you in the back, he’s untrustworthy.

You made sure to keep an eye on him at the party, making sure he didn’t try anything. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and he leaned to your ear, exhaling smoke as he whispered.

“You sure you wanna be so close to me while I’m high?” When you nodded he just laughed. “You ought to protect your neck, kid.”