For reasons of study you had to move to the city, you couldn't afford an apartment for yourself so you and your best friend joined two boys. The apartment was not far from the university, but now you had another worry; Your roommates.

One of them, Dalton, who was the oldest, went out partying every night, returning drunk or high, with one or two girls, he was always in that state of being affected by narcotics, and the worst; If he wasn't partying, he was at home.

One night, you got up to drink water and saw him sitting on the couch, playing Call of Duty while smoking a joint.

"Weren't you studying?"