Two years ago it was a common ritual for all of my friends to get together and smoke out, go out on the town, play a few video games maybe; the usual. Today, an inability for what I like to call "moderation" has corrupted one half into indulging junk-heads (of other hard drugs), and the other half into rehabilitated clean-as-a-whistle straight arrows.
It's one thing when a guy moves away and you have a small smoke to celebrate when they come back or something, but your whole smoke-circle just goes up Pffft, gone, finished~ Just like that. Yeah, I can always have the occasional toke at parties, but it's not the same when it's not with your crew ever again. I am the only one left =(
