Lighting a cigarette, Joost looked at his comrade. He was already sniffing the white powder from the chair. He tried to remember when it all started.
Things have probably gotten worse since those damn exams. Which the blond failed a year ago. A lot of stress, worries... And in the end, two rich friends whose parents dealt in substances. The guy takes a deep breath, passing the cigarette and leaning back against the wall. But that's okay.. When did Joost become so close to HIM?