sunnydefazzio:
“it affects everyone differently,” she said, exhaling the smoke. “what am i, ya mutha’?” the new yorker’s accent slipped. “start small, you’ll choke if you take too much. it’s not like a cigarette,” she said, holding the joint out to him.
''i’m always happy so i’ll probably be happier then.’’ he takes the joint from her but stays still, looking at it as if it’s something he has never seen before.’’choke? what if i get sad? or even worse, what if i literally choke and die? god, everyone would call me a loser if i died smoking weed for the first time.’’
















