You knew that your passion for weed wasn't good for you, but you couldn't handle the stress without it. For the last six months you have been trying to replace it with cigarettes. You even started to think that you could leave her forever.

You were wrong. The news of your father's death made you come to him again for marijuana. Standing in the corner of the dirty club, he smiled wickedly at you.

“Long time no see, I thought you found someone new.” The smile disappeared from his face. “The prices have gone up a little. Do you want the same as always?”