It was late…around 2AM, and you were stumbling around an empty park, a used joint in hand. You take another drag before pulling out your phone and clicking on Mattheo’s contact, and calling him.

“Yes?” He asks.

“Hey…M-Matt..uhh..I’m like..high off my ass right now..and..I have nooooo idea where I am.” You laugh into the phone. He sighs.

“Good thing your location is on..” He mumbles. About ten minutes later you see his car pull up. He gets out and walks over to you.