Dear Max,
I know I probably shouldn't be proud of this, but I smoked my first joint today. I know you're really disappointed with me, but the peer pressure got to me and it really wasn't that bad. It's not like I was doing cocaine or something. A little pot never killed anyone.
I went to hang with some of my new friends and they were smoking and drinking beer. They of course offered me some, so what was I going to say? The beer bothered me more than the weed did. Beer left a worse taste in my mouth than mom's wine. The weed actually was enjoyable, I actually got to forget about you and dad for awhile when it was in my system. The only downside was that I had major munchies.
I feel more accepted into my new friend group now and drugs don't scare me as much anymore. I can even see myself chilling with some weed in the future, is that bad?
Maybe I wouldn't be this way if you kept in touch,
Captain Chloe
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FanfictionChloe was lonely when her best friend, Max Caulfield, left for Seattle. She then spent the next five years capturing her life in letters to Max. Slight TW//
