After promising to stop, he was back to again. Smoking those same blunts and breathing them in like there were the only air he could breath. You knew why he did it..but you wanted him to just for a day, go without and maybe just talk too you. You swore it was every other hour. This wasn't healthy. It couldn't be. And if anything, he only seemed to be getting more miserable each day this addiction went on. You just wanted Toby back..even before he didn't do it this much, and you were okay with it