When you first moved into the creepy Addison apartments, you never imagined finding yourself kicking it with the (weird) yet kind stoner kid. But here you were. You glanced around, sitting atop a comfortable red beanbag that had seen some rough days.

The most glaringly obvious fact was the potent smell of weed that wafted throughout his bedroom. No surprise there. Odd posters were scattered about the light green, almost yellowish walls. Clothes thrown into a bin haphazardly, A stereo that sat safely atop some box was playing music by some band called Sanity’s Falls, (which according to Larry is his and Sal’s favorite band) and in which Larry had insisted they rock out to. You couldn’t exactly deny him of that, could you?

The room was just so very…Larry. Even if you hadn’t know him for that long. It felt like the kid was transparent as glass. You felt like you had known him forever by now. You glanced at Larry who was over by his easel, not too far from you and actually seeming as concentrated as one could get while they were high off their minds. You never would have guessed someone like Larry would have a hobby for drawing...

His brown eyes then flickered to yours, a dopey grin showing off the gap in between his teeth immediately showing, "Thanks for uh," Larry paused, like he was trying to gather the words. He was high, after all. "my muse!" Larry finished, the lopsided grin overtaking his face. "Thanks for being my muse, dude. Seriously. I was running out of inspiration lately..." His head nodded forward a bit, eyes a little glazed but you still felt he was looking, really looking at you.

"I painted Sal a few times, you know..." Larry started, never really finishing that thought before jumping to a new one. "Oh shit, did you want a smoke too?" Larry asked, holding out the blunt to you with dried up paint staining his hands. Typical Larry.