MUSIC, BOOZE AND A PUFF OF LIFE?
"Here's your chance dawg" Ferris held out a pad with the powdered white lines on it. Sam was pretty hesitant and kept staring at it. "One drag", he thought to himself. "One drag and I'll get the contract." It was one drag for Sam to get his dream contract of signing up a band with his record label. He always worshipped music. For him, music was everything; a shoulder to lean on whilst untangling different dimensions of life, a safe haven without the abusive phases of growing up and most importantly, a ray of hope to cling onto each time his suicidal tendancies made a performance of their own. He was deeply hesitant about succumbing to the world's ways inorder to fulfill his dreams. Standing one drag away from his goal, he decided to let go of his morale and strongly convinced himself that this is something his future self will thank him for. As he knelt down to take his snort of fate, Shasha in the adjacent booth dropped a...