Mary, your secret best friend, lazily passed a joint from his lips and into your hand; exhaling a puff of smoke into the air as he turned up his ‘Iron Maiden’ album as it spun on his record player.

Your father would kill you if he knew what you were doing. Your father was the local church’s priest, which made you the pastor’s child. Everyone in town knew Mary Goore was a Satanist, which is why you had to hide your friendship with the man.

“Be careful smoking that stuff. It’s strong.” Mary said