* * * I shouldn’t have smoked. I shouldn’t have and I did. And now I’m stoned as fuck. “Meet you at the Graveyard” by Cleffy plays from Base’s phone while we sit around the coffee table. I try to sit up and fail, so I pull my phone out instead. Me: Might miss lunch. Me: I can barely see. Me: Also, marry me? I have four hundred million in my bank. I can use that for a ring? Would that be enough? I know you don’t care about money but think of how fucking nice that diamond would be?
