"Here." Finn said as he passed you the blunt.
You two were sitting on a picnic table in the park. It was the middle of the night and what better to do than get high with Finn.
You inhaled the smoke into your lungs and then let it out again.
You knew this wasn't good for you but it was your only choice. You and Finn both used getting high together as an escape from the real world and your real lives.
It took a few minutes before you felt the affects of the weed but once you did you felt incredible. You felt as if you could do anything, be anyone.
"I fucking hate life." Finn laughed while telling you this.
"Same." You laughed as well. "Life fucking sucks."
Finn stood up on the picnic table. "LIFE FUCKING SUCKS!" He shouted into the dark summer night.
You stood up on the table as well. "LIFE FUCKING SUCKS!" You almost toppled over but Finn stabled you.
"But sometimes life doesn't fucking suck. Most of the time it does, but sometimes it doesn't." Finn said while ending the blunt.
"What times doesn't it suck?" You were intrigued. Finn when he was high was a lot more interesting than when he was sober.
"Times like this don't suck. Like now doesn't suck. When we're out here high as FUCK." He laughed and almost fell over.
"LIFE DOESN'T FUCKING SUCK!" You shouted into the dark.
"LIFE DOESN'T FUCKING SUCK!" Finn echoed your words.
"I think you're pretty. You don't make life suck." He told you.
"Reeealllyyyy?" You dragged the word out and hopped off the table.
Finn jumped off as well.
"You don't make life suck either Finn." You told him. "I'm not sober but I can be sure about that any time."
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