Suguru wasn’t sure where he expected to be at age twenty-two; he was pretty sure his parents had expected a bit more from him than to be in an underpaid teaching job living with his friends to make ends meet.

But at least he was doing something, right? At least he didn’t kill himself when he was eighteen. This was an improvement.

Well… ignoring the fact that it was 7:00pm on a Thursday and he was currently getting high on the back porch.