Expected reading time: 15 minutes
“Dude, puff-puff-GIVE!”
Steve awakens from his stupor. “Sorry, bro, I was spacing,” he says with an embarrassed grin. He holds out the pipe to me.
“What, I gotta go over there and get it?!” I ask in mock insult.
“You think I’m getting up and going over there? Bro, I am way too stoned to move!”
“What if I’m too stoned to get it?”
“Then I guess you ain’t getting any…”, he trails off, as he pulls the pipe back towards himself.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I drag my butt out of my chair, snatching the pipe out of his hand. I look at him for a moment while shaking my head. “F**king stoner.” We both laugh uproariously.
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