Chapter 7

Passing another door, he caught a sweet smoky scent. All right.He’d found what he’d claimed to be seeking. Even a few kids back home had smoked a little weed. He’d tried it a couple of times himself, almost trembling with fear the local fuzz would come around and catch them. Still, forbidden fruit was temptingly sweet.

Almost before he passed the doorway, someone thrust a joint into his hand. He lifted it to his lips and took a long, deep drag. The smoke tickled down his throat and into his lungs, so he exhaled a hazy cloud and took a second drag. Oh yeah, this was strong stuff, better and more powerful than what the kids at home had got hold of. Good shit, really good shit. Fucking good shit! Then he realized someone else was waiting beside him, and he passed the joint along with some reluctance.

“Good shit,” Jerry said.