He smokes a blunt. He was your best friend Nate's older brother. He was down in his basement, also his bedroom, smoking and watching TV. You sat on the stairs. Watching the TV from a distance. You were waiting for Nate, but yet again he was late. Suddenly, Isaac stands up. Blunt still in his mouth he turns towards you. What the hell do you want? He said with a cold look. And that was your cue to leave. Rushing back upstairs and into Nate's room you sat on his bed.