Friendly Neighborhood PTSA

Ivan was slowly walking down the sidewalk, his eyes were bloodshot and droopy as he had taken the entire day to simply relax and unwind, he was making his way down the bustling pavement with a joint in hand, filled with his drug of choice, he took it and put it to his lips, inhaling a deep breath of smoke and holding it in for a brief span of seconds before exhaling the fragrant cloud

He enjoyed the smell of it, he had gotten what was apparently known as "Strawberry Dreamland" from one of his good friends, It was medicinal, high grade, and Ivan absolutely loved it, the smell lived up to the name, but suddenly something struck Ivan, a strange feeling, a small tremor in the bowels of his stomach which blossomed into a slightly warbling cry. He was Hungry.

He ducked into a local convenience store, his joint still smoking in his hand, he grabbed a few bags of chips, some sticks of beef jerky, a few candy bars, a handful of sodas, and an assortment of chewing gums and ice creams, all while the man at the counter swore at him in a fast paced Indian clip, he set the goods down on the counter, heedless of the mans rantings, before he realized he had left his wallet back at the apartment, he silently cursed himself and regarded the food for a moment, his stoned mind instantly just deciding he would simply take the food rather than pay for it, almost sensing this the man behind the counter slapped his silent alarm.

Only It wasn't so silent, a loud alarm blared to life, making Ivan's eyelids lower further in dismay, he slowly gathered his food and exited the store, but not before punching and breaking the speaker, stopping the alarm.

Ivan stopped and turned to face his pursuer, his arms full of the snacks he carried and the lit joint dangling from between his lips, a tiny rivulet of smoke trailing from the tip, he puffed on it once, thick billows shooting from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were still droopy and blood shot and he stood in his baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants, as he had come here straight from waking up.

Ivan wished he could scratch his head but his arms were too full, he settled on replying to the man before him "Its not like he pays wholesale prices for his goods, you just paid for my shit and your shit two times over with the money you just spent, besides I don't have my wallet and I am fiendishly hungry, maybe if I was sober I'd oblige you" He said nonchalantly before spinning around on his heel and walking slowly away once more

Ivan stopped once more and turned to the man again, he contemplated his words for a moment, looking the man up and down, he obviously looked upon his current state with disdain, Ivan didn't have blame him, Ivan hadn't really planned on having even a single conversation with another human being that day, so he hadn't really prepared for the situation, he sighed and thought, the man was being nice, quite civil in fact, but Ivan was hungry, like, really fucking hungry, his stomach growled at him again as if to emphasize the point "I really have to stop going out in public this high" he said to out loud to himself, still lost in thought over what to do, mostly because of his current mental state which encouraged indecisiveness

Ivan was taken aback, he smiled, taking another puff of his joint "I'd actually really appreciate that" he said cheerfully "I can pay you back when I get back to my apartment, not too far from here actually" he said as he began walking back in the direction of the convenience store, he was glad the man had been very disarming, it was a trait he highly respected, something his brother was always good at and the memory made the edges of his smile dip for a split second before heightening it even further than it'd been originally

Ivan had already finished almost half the food by the time John had paid for the food, he exited the store beside the man "I don't know, My apartments right up the road, I can pay you back the money if you want?" he asked, offering a cold soda and a bag of chips to him, joint still smoking in his mouth, in the ruckus he seemed to have forgotten about it, though a quick glance down reminded him, he took an absentminded puff

"Well I insist on paying you back, Im not all bad" he chuckled, taking a sip of his soda, he kept walking in the direction of his apartment, it wasn't much to look at, the building was plain, there was a single dirty cobblestone path leading up to the entrance and on the sides were patches of grass that still clang to life amongst the dry dirt, Ivan gestured towards it as they neared "This is my humble abode, not the prettiest sight but practical" he laughed, thinking about the ironic decor of his apartment, he took another puff of his joint before offering it to the man "Sorry I didn't offer sooner, you smoke?" he asked nonchalantly

Ivan finished his soda and put the smoke back in his pocket, he led the man inside and hit the elevator button, calling the elevator up, they were soon up to the third floor which is where Ivan lived, he quickly unlocked his door and showed the man in, the apartment was much more well furnished then one would think, it had a living room area, a bedroom, a bathroom, and a small kitchen area, the living room was dimly lit by the heavy curtains that were pulled closed, there was a plushy couch up against the back wall with a large cushy mattress laid out in front of it, a few remotes were scattered amongst the covers lying on it, the tv was a large flatscreen, complete with a few video game systems, the kitchen area had its light on and it lit up the house fairly well despite the drapes, Ivan walked into his kitchen and got his wallet, picking out a twenty and handing it to the man "Here ya go"

The man quickly left and Ivan went about his days (END TOPIC)

Da Boss: 974, 1 XP

John Reeves: 1130, 2 XP