Weed was our life, our gateway from the real world. Weed held us together as we tried to find the ultimate high, the internal high. the high that stayed forever.
But we got too lost in the high. A friend need our help after going to far. In the end we lost one. After that day we were swallowed back into the real world. The harsh reality of what had happened and what we were running from. We fell into it and it changed us.
We said through thick and thin, we'd stay together. I doubt we will stay together, I doubt any of us even care anymore. It's all about survival friends no longer matter.