"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...
"What do you mean I'm stuck with the seven deadly sins? I'm a saint!" "You've been about seven minutes in hell and have managed to insult eight people already, Jasmina." "Fuck off, wannabe Satan."
Tristan talked about Socrates and Plato and about purpose and life after death. Ivan had a hard time remembering his own middle name. When Tristan and Ivan meet at a funeral, Tristan doesn't have to think about the needles in his room for some time, and Ivan realizes there might be more to life than hollow dreams and...
It's been a long time since I've seen Snoop Dogg. I feel like I can't live anymore. Goodbye cruel world. *smokes weed*