"Dylan," I hear in a deep, concerened voice. "Dylan," I hear again.
One more time the name is repeated and I snap back into reality.
"What do you want? I was zonin'." I say in an annoyed voice.
"Sorry, you just looked... I dunno. Not good."
I feel my arm twitch and look up to meet the worried brown eyes. "I'm fine. Just enjoying life, man." I say, smirking.
Sage laughs and grabs the lighter out of my hand before pulling a bowl to his mouth and inhaling. "Shit, Fuck," he mumbles as he burns himself. I laugh, taking the bowl out of his hand. He rolls his eyes while sucking on the finger he just burnt.
I take my hit and lean back, careful not to drop the weed. "Man... this is living. Yanno?"
"Yeah. It really is."
Hi. I'm Dylan. I'm a 17 year old male living in the coldest fucking part of Michigan. I wrestle during the winter and spend the rest of my time fucking around. My interests include gaming, longboarding, photography, and as you just read... smoking weed. Yeah, my Tinder profile is lit as fuck.
My job is pretty cool too. When I'm not smoking weed, i'm mixing it in with my homemade brownies to sell for $5 each at school. And the more legal side of things... I also make accurate bitmojis for people too lazy to make their own. Usually freshman. Here's mine:
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Yeah dude. Livin' the life.
My life is great. I'm emancipated and live in an apartment with my bestfriend Sage and I have no girls to worry about. Sage says girls fawn over me at school. I'm not sure if thats true, but if it is, i don't pay much attention. No girl really catches my eye, yanno?
I have a dog. He's a Jack Russell and his name is Festus which means happy in Greek and Latin. He likes getting high too. I mean seriously, he just digs right in. When I first got him, I made sure he wasn't near me when i'd smoke but he just kept trying. I never blew smoke in his face or anything, he just liked the smell and would deliberately sniff the smoke. Who knew.
So there's a bit of an introduction.
Warning: if you're about to scroll on over to the next chapter, you might wanna hold on to something (possibly some tissues) because if my future is anything like my past, it's gonna be a wild ride.
