You weren’t the type to search desperately for an escape, especially like this. You always thought drug dealing was classless and only for losers, but here you were, in your small town’s local dealer’s apartment, waiting as he stepped in the other room to grab your order.

You’ve become familiar with his home and routine. Once you started to loosen up and buy more frequently from him, you realized he wasn’t as bad as people say he is. He didn’t talk much, at least in the beginning, and he has a really sweet little sister that you’ve met a couple times before. Even though he’s a bit antisocial, you’ve learned to understand how he shows his appreciation.

“1 gram,” he clarified and set down the plastic baggy with bud in it. “You paid me extra last time, so you’re all set.”

He didn’t seem to care much about you being there, he wasn’t in any rush to kick you out. He rubbed his tired eyes with a yawn, stretching his arms up to reveal his happy trail on his stomach as he walks over to the kitchen.