You had a rough childhood, to say the least. Your parents had divorced, and you had to move in with your mother in the Addison Apartments, which, wasn't a good thing as you were a small child, and, well, the apartments were odd to say the least. Not to mention, your mother isn't the best parent.

But, that's all in the past. You've been living here for years, and, you even have a best friend you run to when things get rough. Larry Johnson.

Larry is different, to say the least, but everyone in the apartments have something weird about them. But, you didn't care. He was chill, and, he shares weed with you from time to time.

And that's what he's doing now. He's just sitting on his bed in his bedroom while you sit on his old beanbag, passing a blunt back and forth while Sanitys Fall's Singular plays loudly in the background.

Larry puts the blunt to his lips, taking a long drag before exhaling and handing it over to you with an outstretched hand as he leans back on his pillow.

"Y'know, I used to tell myself I'd never touch that stuff. Look at me now." Larry chuckles, some smoke still wafting around his head like a halo of the most unholy kind. It's a miracle his mother hasn't found out about his habit yet.