Yeah, I'm a major pothead!
From Create Your Own Story
Andrew smiles and says "great, I'll roll us up a fatty."
From inside the box he pulls a small plastic tray, and a silver grinder. The lid of the grinder is encircled with an intricate engraving of intertwining female forms. He sets it on the tray, and pops open one of the jars of pot. Picking out a largish bud, and placing the jar carefully back in the felt tray, be breaks off bits of it into the top chamber of the grinder. Replacing the lid and twisting a few times, he repeats the process, before dumping out a small mountain of finely ground bud onto the tray. Setting aside the grinder he pulls out a package of rolling papers larger than any Alice has ever seen before. "King size" he says withdrawing two leaves from the packet. Carefully Andrew sticks the two papers together, and sprinkles a generous layer of the busted up buds into the paper. Setting aside the tray momentarily, he opens a bottom compartment of the grinder, which is packed full of with a whitish crystalline powder. "This is the best part, it's almost purely THC." Using a tiny plastic scoop he sprinkles a generous amount of crystal into the joint. He rolls and seals the joint with practiced and skillful hands. Alice can't help but be a little impressed with the what is clearly a major hobby to Andrew. In a few moments Andrew is holding a joint nearly 4 inches long, and as thick as her thumb at the tip.
Andrew stands for a minute to open the window of his cluttered basement room a crack, as he reaches up to open the window, his shirt lifts off uncovering his stomach. To Alice's surprise, Andrew has a flat, nearly washboard stomach, where she'd expected a flabby belly. What other secrets might those baggy clothes be concealing? Andrew walks over to close his bedroom door, placing a towel at the bottom. While he's away from the door, Alice spies a thick bundle of bills in the box. uh-oh.. I think Andrew might be a drug dealer, she thinks to herself.
Andrew turns back, and returns to his desk, putting the remaining weed back into the middle compartment of his grinder, and carefully replacing the tray and grinder in the box. Andrew pulls out a strange looking lighter, pressing the button on the lighter produces dual jets of bright blue flame. Andrew grabs a little ash cup and climbs onto the bed with Alice. Sitting close beside her so that her thigh presses against his, his legs feel strong and muscular through the cloth, and the warmth of human contact feels comforting. He lights the joint, and takes a deep pull on it. The weed crackles forming a nice cherry red ember at the tip of the joint. Blowing a thick smoke ring, he passes Alice the joint. Alice smiles, "Nice smoke ring!" she says before taking a deep pull herself. It's been a long time since Alice has partaken, and the strong marijuana hits her like a dump-truck. The initial euphoric feeling is the most intense she's ever experienced. She coughs harshly for a long time, holding out the joint for Andrew to grab. "Oops I should have warned you, I got this from a friend in California. It's super-potent," Andrew states. Her eyes watering and head buzzing Alice waits for Andrew to take his turn, but he hesitates saying "I know how we can make this a bit easier on your lungs. I call this technique the human bong. Let me take a pull, then I can exhale the cooled smoke into your lungs."
Does Alice let Andrew try his technique?
