“Why’d you only call me when you’re high?”

Changbin spoke through the phone, clearly annoyed. It was three in the morning and you were stoned. Changbin had been a close friend of yours for years. But recently you found yourself closer to weed than with Changbin.

You were just sitting in the grass in your backyard, joint in hand and a spilt glass of water on the ground. Changbin was getting so bored of you. The only times you’d talk to him was when you were high. He hated it. He wished you’d talk to him sober, but it never happened.