"And that reason would be..?", Nick huffed.
"s**t, does it matter? We're making it up as we go anyway.", Rowland chuckled through his words and at the final realisation of his sentence.
"But, maybe...", Rowland began again, "That's what it's about, finding what that means...to live...", he laughed," Even if you're already dead... 'afraidus no ghostus', right? "
Nick stuffed the blunt wrap in silence...
"Are you a religious man, Row?", He then suddenly asked, finally making eye contact; as he looked up and took note of Rowland's golden chain, that shone as it hung loosely around his neck, under his T-shirt. Rowland was leaning on one hand, resting as he sat as if he was on a Persian carpeted beach.
"Pfft, not really. I am, in my mom's eyes, a Roman Catholic, though.", Rowland played w
