<strong>NAME:</strong>Damian Clarke<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Blue jeans with mustard fade, white soviet shoes and a red quicksilver t-shirt<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 9th<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Late Night<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Henderson's Farm - The Weed Tree<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Reminiscing With The Tree Of Knowledge<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>What ever is in the background<br/><br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Gwynn, Tommy, Jeremiah, Miriam, Marco, Megan, Roxy<br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/9c/99/009c992d3ac17eb1c99d141003d8fe3c.jpg)</div>Damian was always amazed at how the effects of weed worked. Much like alcohol, different drinks had a completely different effect one the body. Some drinks, like a good old rum could make you forget things, others made you happy, others turned you on beyond belief and others made you aggressive. Damian found weed to have the exact some range of side effects except it did not vary by what brand or type of weed he smoked. It did not matter if it was Durban Poison or Purple Haze or California Dreaming, it was the company and the atmosphere that effected him, making the side effect vary every time. He reached out, taking the magic stick from Jeremiah, taking one more drag, a big one which he kept in his lungs for as long as possible, letting all the toxic chemicals enter his blood stream and enjoying the weed to the max before handing the stick on.<br/><br/>It was perfect setting for this type of thing, a quiet place with only friends, the last day of graduation, the end of an era had just passed them. Letting out a sigh, it was clear that the weed was having an effect already, relaxing Damian, sending his mind into a world of reminiscing. It was times like these he would remember, he would miss. He would forget the days of studying hard, practicing hard, the days of Benny being a dick and the teachers crapping on him, that would all fade away, disappearing into the vault of irrelevant memories everyone had. It was moments when they were all together, enjoying times together, helping each other and just loving each others company, it was moments like that he would remember for ever. Friends like these didn't some round often, sure some were forced by playing football together but from there they budded into a pure friendship, an unwritten brotherhood. As for the woman, there was also a deep bond, formed over years of friendship, traveling to events together and parties.<br/><br/>Damian was snapped out of his days of reminiscing by the familiar grasp of Tommy as he took his head, laughing as he compared them to superheros.<strong>''Well keeping with the comic analogies, thank goodness the hulk didn't come in and smash things up. Didn't want to spend the night cleaning things up. Hulk Smash!''</strong>Damian said with a laugh, letting out his best hulk voice for the last statement. He watched as he took Gwynn by the hand, a proud smile on Damian's face, firstly that Gwynn had the mind and control to be able to keep Tommy calm but also proud of Tommy that he had kept his cool. Something he probably would never have done a year back. It was only then that Damian noticed ''Punk'' standing there.<strong>''Hey... Punk, having a good night?''</strong>Damian asked with a smile, it took him a little bit to remember her name but he made sure he used it as soon as he remembered, she looked a little uneasy being with them but hoped that would put her at ease.<br/><br/>Damian let out a laugh at Jeremiah's<strong>''Oh please master Obi, I have much to learn in the ways of the weed force. Wouldn't want to join the ganja dark side! But, it this case I am innocent, Marco did it.''</strong>Damian said with another laugh, quickly pointing his finger towards Marco as a kid would be a tattletale.<strong>''And I think Megan over there is guilty be association.''</strong>Damian added, shooting a wink over at he. His arms wrapped around Gwynn's waist as she stayed seated on his lap, pulling the back of her body against his chest as they sat there, enjoying everyone's company. He gently leaned forward, planting another couple kisses on the back and side of her neck, his fingers locking together on her stomach. Damian was extremely affectionate when they were together yet gave her space when she was with her friends and vice versa, it was something he admired about her, although they loved each others touch, they understood that they needed time with their own friends. Miriam and Jeremiah had been his inspiration for that. Although the 2 were the perfect couple, they always gave each other time to do their own thing, something that seemed to work so well for them.<strong>''Tell me something though Miriam, in all honesty, please, no lying, how on earth do you put up with his singing! I mean he made team showers insufferable.''</strong>Damian commented with another hearty laugh.<br/><br/>As the blunt got passed from one person to the next, Damian took out his phone, shifting Gwynn ever so slightly on his lap so you could get access into his pocket, purposefully giving her a slight pinch and squeeze on her one ass cheek before pulling his phone out, giving her a grin as he got it, a grin showing he knew what he had done.<strong>''I'll message her quick.<br/> Maybe that other party was where it is at?! Marco, you were there, was it good or we still not talking about it?''</strong>'' he said, giving his friend a quick glance with a teasing grin. ''Hey Roxy, get your ass over here, we are all missing you.'' he wrote, attaching a quick photo of the group sitting in a circle with the smokey haze around.