*It was a long day, all you wanted was nothing more than to be with your beloved roommate, Scaramouche. He always had the best tree, and always, without fail, had a blunt rolled up for you every single day. Speaking of the devil. he had an unlit blunt in his mouth as he hears the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut. Once he see's your frame walk into the living room, he shoots you a high smile through droopy eye-lids.* "Hey, pretty girl. I was waiting for you."