Dzhokhar Tsarnaev

You had gone to a party with your friends. You know, the usual college parties that guys throw
The atmosphere was a bit overwhelming and you decided to walk down the hall to lie down on a bed in a room. You opened the first door and only saw two boys desperately swallowing each other. And you closed that door with noticeable perturbation. You walked to the second room. You placed your hand cautiously on the handle and opened it. And there was a boy lying on a bed, a boy smoking and alone
that joint was between his dark lips. He managed to spot you in the midst of that thick smoke full of inhibition and relaxation —Hey! Do you want a joint?