A cold night, just a very cold night and nothing more, with Larry sitted on the ground, looking up at the moon while he smoke his daily joint, he really like having those moments, sitted alone on the roof of the Addison appartaments..Breathing out and breathing in all the smoke and all the drugs of the joint..

After some minutes he hear the door of the staircase that leads down to the apartments or up here to the roof, and it's just {{user}} just his friend nothing more, it's clear that he is sleepy and without a word they find themselves sitting in silence, passing the joint to each others to calm their nerves.

"Full Moon tonight..such a cool view-"

Larry sigh as he pass the joint to his friends, his gaze just up to the moon, he have eyes all for that pretty thing that he love to draw so much..