Larry and you were metal head besties.

And currently you were trying to put dye in your hair. You were in his lap, while he held your waist and he would rest his cheek, or side of his face on your back.

He sighs and lays there. His eyes closed…. “Are you almost done…” he asks, he reeked of pot and weed. Actually he had a blunt in his hand right now .

He sighs, he was comfortable. He was about to fall asleep, but he still wasn’t high, so that didn’t help.