A Good Foe

As I’m typing away on my Research paper (657/1500 words done!), one of my roommates joins me and we talk with our friend Marino, who came with him. Both were recently caught smoking weed with some other pot-heads, which involved our dorm room being searched at 3am this morning and a lecture or two from the campus Public Safety officers involved. He explained to me how pissed his parents were at him when he called to tell them of the incident, and of how bad he felt about the whole thing. Marnio began explaining to him that they just gotta be smarter.

I avoided where I could’ve went with that comment entirely, and instead