"I can't believe she didn't call me back!" Tyler stated with the shake of his head. "Another person on the list" he thought to himself. "Do I have a disease or something? No matter how nice I am, I just get tossed in the trash." Tossing his phone in the seat  next to him, he decides to reach the glove box of his 70' Chevelle, when he pulls out his bag of herb and rolls a joint. "If I'm going to be miserable, I might as well be stoned." After a quick roll of the fingers and a lick of the tongue, he steps out of his faithful ride and sits on the hood. He pulls his zippo lighter out of his pocket, lights the joint, and lays back. Now he can look at the stars and think about what went wrong.