GreaA conflict after highschool

“Hey Erik, turn up that CD bro, that songs hella tight, I haven’t heard Sublime for days.” “For sure, Im so glad track is over, too much to do, you finish rolling that spliff yet B?” “Yeah man, hook me up with that light on the table, puff, puff.” I laid back on Erik’s plush, slightly worn leather couch purchased from the Value Village store downtown and watched as he displayed a phat French inhale. I was in a cloudy state with so much on my mind I didn’t know where to begin. I was once again in the basement bedroom of my closest friend Erik doing what we did best with nothing else to and needing to conversant about life.

I was at a crossroads in my life, finishing up high school, about to make a decision some said was the biggest Id ever make. What to do after high school? And who better to discuss it with than a life long friend, one who had been there more times than I could count. We both shared ideas and dreams of what we wanted to do and see, some alike, som...