First Post, Like that sh*t.
Johnny was in the 11th grade, still only 17, he was a little unsure of himself in plenty different ways. He had always been an alright student, taking care to stay out of any real trouble, and keep his grades passing. His friends were constantly on his mind, and when he wasn’t at school, he was hanging around with them, playing card games, or being a troubled pot smoker. But he didn’t let this get in the way of his care for life. He smoked pot because it was something for him to do that was both with his friends, and “Against the system”, though he wasn’t really even concerned with anarchy. He just liked to relax and feel the warm smoke fill his lungs.
Johnny was a typical high school boy, but he felt he had to hide something from all of his friends, and peers. He was afraid that this secret would have him ostracized from them. So he kept it between him and the woman he shared it with.