Make a Deal

It was about thirteen years after their son's birth almost fourteen, Silver was sitting on a recliner in his new apartment while is son was in his bedroom. Surprisingly, Silver didn't look too much different, same haircut, still constantly stenched of marijuana, there weren't any wrinkles on his face or anything that would hint at aging. He was still mostly stress free and happy, though the same couldn't be said for his ex-wife.

Just as he did thirteen years ago, he was taking a large hit off of a joint, sitting in silence and thinking about his future, only, this time, he didn't have anybody to accompany him, or anybody to talk to.

The man let out a soft sigh while he put it out when it was nothing more than another roach, he dropped it onto the small mountain of other roaches on his coffee table which made the large majority of his apartment smell strongly of marijuana.