It was a cool day. Made him not enjoy the  vape as much. Balmy summer days he could hit the magic all day err day. Would kill his throat, but fuck he would take another hit gladly.

In the cold, he'd rather keep his fingers warm.

He was driving his car over...

Keith needed a coffee . The Ethiopian place looked closed from the look of it. He thought about suggesting they try opening the door to see if maybe they were still in service. Immediately after the thought he decided against it.

The two continued their walk. The wind was no longer...

He took one puff of the magic. Then another. Max immediately craved a third. Could something be called magical if its powers waned this quick?

His lips wrapped over the  vape . Then all he could see was the purple glow. The room had gone black. Suddenly it was very quiet....