It was a typical monday night, I was lying on the bed, slowly smoking from the joint I rolled just before. The music was blasting the walls as I was lost somewhere, thinking about how my life took such an turn. What happend to me and all my plans? One simple choice can destroy everything that I build in such a long time? I was too depresed to smoke anymore so I popped an pill and hoped that it all will go away tomorow.
