I smiled as I opened my eyes, my body still felt a nice relalxing warm fuzzy feeling as I stretched at sat up in my bed. I had smoked some more of the bag last night and fell asleep soon after, and wierdly I still felt high.
It wasn't that much of a high and I realized how better it would be if it were, so I went over to my desk and got the bag and pipe that I hid in the drawer. There wasn't much left, enough for one bowl, and as if were already a regular smoker, I packed it and smoking it without coughing much at all.
I smiled, the familier feelings of yesterday returning, as I went downstairs to get something to eat for breakfast. I didn't feel like cooking anything so I just got a bowl of Lucky Charms and a glass of milk.
Much like the pizza last night the bowl of cerial now tasted better then it had ever tasted before, and I wanted to call up John and tell him how much I was loving it, and thank him again for introducing me to pot, and killing all the propagandish thoughts that I had ever had.
"Hello?" John's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Hey John it's me."
"Oh hi Chris, whats up?"
"Nothing much, I just woke up and smoked the rest of that bag you left me."
He laughed. "Good stuff huh, I told you that you had nothing to worry about."
"Yea I know, I want to thank you again for it man, I know I musta been a pain in the ass with all my nervousness." I said laughing
"No not at all, like I said its understandable for someone who grew up...