I got this dime bag I'm pretty sure isn't working. It was only $10, so I'm not that upset. Plus, I'm smoking it wrong. I never really learned how to roll a joint properly, & on top of that buying papers seems like a hassle. Somehow I don't own a bowl anymore either, so rather than get one, I've been rolling out as much tobacco as I can bear to part with from a cigarette & stuffing the empty tip with grass. On top of that, I don't even pack it in properly. I just sort of put some loose ends in there & burn them up. It's almost as bad as what my friend Andy used to do. Andy was everybody's weed guy in high school, so he always had more than he knew what to do with. When he was feeling particularly lazy, he'd break a chunk off a brick of pot, set fire to it, & breathe in the smoke. That's decadent. It's not nearly as decadent as Tony Montana burying his head in a mountain of yayo. But back then it seemed pretty fucking cool. (It wasn't.)
