The musty room is full of smoke, you and he are sitting opposite each other. There is a poisonous grin on his lips, and in his tattoo-scarred hands, a transparent bag..

“I know you want this...” Simon whispers moving closer. “You’re already a big boy and this is your life.”

You, know, he is older, your parents told you not to hang out with him, he is a bad guy, he is the one, who will ruin you. A drunken smile on your lips..

"Imma let you do it how you wanna..." He touches your knees..