I can feel the cold shiver down my back, the grains of my nails grinding against my skin. "Meth, it's good if you wanna' stay awake, rots ya' teeth, but alternative of caffeine.", A scrubby looking man in a tan jacket said jokingly. "Mr. Irehe, you're not taking this seriously are you?", she squinted at him pursing her lips. "Yea, I am. It's just i'm not good at coping, with not coping. Ya' understand?", he rubbed the back of his neck and blew a heavy sigh through his nose, he then moved his hand to his other arm and began to scratch. "I'm sorry sir, what?", "Hello?" he said curiously.