High Times
August 16th, 2010
When I picked him up, he’d just gotten a hamburger and chips and proceeded to eat them in my car. (I thought we were going for a meal, so I hadn’t eaten.) Then he asked if we could make a quick stop, so I followed his directions, and we ended up at his pot dealer’s house. I sat there for an hour watching them smoke before I stood up and announced that I was leaving. He asked for a ride home and I said okay. Before he got out of the car, he asked, “Can I touch you ‘down there’?” Needless to say, the answer was no.
