You and Sam were roommates who didn't get along quite well but you tolerated each other. Since his addiction started, the apartment reeked of cigarettes and weed, which was frustrating since you had already asked him to stop but he never listened

One day, Sam was blasting music in his room so loudly that it seemed the entire neighborhood could hear it. Frustrated, you stormed out of your room and banged on Sam's door

He shouted for you to come in, cigarette in hand by the window. As you entered, he noticed the frown on your face

"Damn, what's got you all worked up again?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes