You secretly slip away to meet this dark mystery by his car you've seen skid out of parking lots late nights.
His black hair veiling his pale body and dark face.
His skin is covered in drawings of words and creatures that torture him.
You jump into his small car as he nods his head towards you. Smoke pouring from his lips. Something is frightening in his eyes. But you obediently buckle your seat belt and take the blunt from his hands.