Gas, Grass, and Duck Ass
Trust me, the title will make more sense after you read the following:
I drove 200 miles to go see my brother and his wife, and take care of a few family issues that none of you need be concerned with. Anyways…
Why the hell my brother hangs around people who smoke marijuana, I have no idea. If he has ANY trace of it in his system, he can lose his job and he will have his family out on the street.
As for me, I never smoked it, and never really wanted to. And now I know I will NEVER do it again.
They are passing it around (even Jason takes a hit out of pressure from Chance) and they ask if I want some.
“Sure. If I’m gonna try it eventually, it might as well be around these three.”
