Mark got drunk fast and high even faster, and he knew and took advantage that fact. It wasn’t as if he was drunk or a stoner. He simply liked to let go. But nobody knew that. They always assumed he was the first one to get high and first one to get drunk and always the first one to pass out. Mark just took things on one after another. It was his nature. But everyone assumed he just was drunk and a stoner. Mark just liked to let go, but everyone assumed.
The day Mark died he was drinking Captain Morgan’s and smoking weed with a friend. By three p.m., they were gone and hungry. Mark went out to get some food and no one ever knew why he really ever put his lungs and liver through it.

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