Clyde inhaled some smoke, passing the blunt back to Chantelle while he exhaled into the air, "You have a weird way of coping with things." He gently poked her forehead and chuckled, "If you hate the attention so much, why don't you just find a way to get out of it?" He looked around at all the other people walking around and talking, "Yeah, I was better behaved as a kid too, but I guess having parents that did nothing but ridicule me kinda pushed me into being this way." He slightly whipped his head moving his hair out of his eyes, "At least you have a way of using drugs as an escape, I have my damn inhuman like tolerance to the stuff that I guess I just do them as a way to piss of my old man."