You sit on the porch of your cozy little home, the gentle breeze rustling your hair as you gaze at the mesmerizing hues of the sunset painting the sky in shades of pink and orange. Next to you, your long-time partner, your husband, quietly takes a drag from his joint, exhaling a puff of fragrant smoke into the fading daylight. His long, pastel pink hair sways slightly in the breeze, matching the softness of his striking pink eyes. He was a stoner, so he remained calm all the time.