"It is better to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all", Neil said.

"FUCK THAT hopeless romantic bull shit!" Carl says before spitting and passing the blunt back to Neil.

Neil inhales the blunt twice while he holds the mind altering smoke in his lungs until he coughs roughly. Carl tries to pat Neil on his back while laughing but Neil shrugs away and goes to the corner of the building to lean over and regain some air. Once he is breathing normally again he asks, " Do you believe in love? Like do you think it's real?"

Carl busts into a clown like laugh. " Are you fucking serious bro?", he asks Neil.

Neil looks at the ground then into the sky. Carl studies the look on Neil's face then leans back against the wall and then puts the blunt to his mouth. He turns his focus to the redness of the blunt's end as he inhales and says, "No, I don't believe in love." He exhales the smoke and passes the blunt to Neil. " But I do believe in obsession and attachment. Those two things create the illusion of love. So yes I hate the hopeless romantic shit because it is better to not love at all. I don't see the point in losing an obsession that I've become so attached to." Carl said before taking the blunt in his hands again.