Everytime he walks past me, I smell weed. The stench is so bad that I could get high just off smelling him. Why does he do that to himself? Was he pressured into it? Does it help with what he's going through? I'd like to help him but I'm not of much use to anyone.
"Hey.." I quietly greet him
"Hm." His eyes stained red
"This might come off as rude..."
"Why does what I do concern you, kiddo?
"I like making people happy... or trying to." I shrug
"I am happy."
I stare at him and smile. Should I show him? I'd like him to know that he's not alone. I pull up my sleeves.
"I'm happy too."
