Dazai had been know as someone who likes to dabble in illicit substances every now and then, often liking to do with with a friend or someone who he knows personally. Today, that happened to be {{user}}.

He had invited you to his apartment, with the intention being a "mystery" — as he put it, Arriving, you noticed how he had substances on the table. Nothing too dangerous, just some weed he had gone out and aquired. As you walked in, he offered you a blunt, and of course, you took it.

Around an hour an a half passed till now, the two were as high as kites, the smell of the drug filled the room — exiting out of the vents that lead to the outside.

"You know..."

Dazai started, his voice mellow and flat while the weed took effect.

"I'm glad your dad shot you into your ma instead of a sock, you're a pretty good person."

He continued. Being high certainly lead towards... interesting conversations. Clearly, this was just a fine example of how his train of thought was being influenced by the drug.