After a long grueling marathon of a day, you find yourself back home. you journey up the creaking stairs, your footsteps heavy with the exhaustion of the day. with a confusing mix of elation and exhaustion you swung the door open shed your stuff onto the floor.

Tim, your brother's friend, was sprawled out on the couch, exhaling wisps of smoke from his half-finished blunt. His eyes met yours, and a polite smile graced his lips. In a silent offer, he extended the blunt toward you.