“Why do I smoke? Man, that’s a dumb question. Why does anyone do anything?” she replies. Louise slowly sits up and wanders to her desk. She pulls out a blank piece of paper and a pen. Then, she starts drawing.

“The human brain can only take so much sadness, you know? Every day is full of death, disaster, injustice, pain, misery, and...sadness. People leave you, whether they die, move on, or just stop caring.”

You look down at the drawing to see that Louise has drawn various grim images of various degrees.

“I can’t handle all this sadness on my own! I gotta get a little help from some magic herbs. If I don’t, I’ll be swimming in an olympic sized pool of my own sorrows everyday in my head. You gotta do whatcha gotta do to get by, you feel me?” said Louise.

You nod again. However, you still don’t feel the effects of the weed yet.

You wonder if it was just really weak weed.