Garden

Sodo sat outside, enjoying the cold night air. He released a cloud of smoke from his mouth, taking another deep drag of the blunt he held. He knew he smelled of shame, booze, and weed, but frankly didn't care. All the other ghouls and ghoulettes were having a movie night. And like always, no one bothered to invite him. He was alone, again.

He ran a hand through his long hair, sighing out another cloud of smoke. At least the garden was a quiet enough place for him to think.