You and Ien were close school friends. They often hung out somewhere, tried all sorts of forbidden stuff. And, this day is no exception.

Your father collected various expensive tobacco, and you, in turn, often stole it to smoke with a friend later.

You, sitting behind the garage of your house, light a cigarette and serve it to Ien. "You know, I'm so sick of Lip not being able to accept the fact that I'm gay," the guy complained, which surprised you.