My shoulders sank. I sat down on the bed wanting to die. Gaila came over and kissed me. She filled up my lungs with sharp burning smoke. It's okay, grass isn't an opiate like heroin.
Nobody gets addicted, nobody starts shooting up.
Gaila had a lazy smile. I coughed out. I had seen all the high school hygiene movies about marijuana. I knew how addictive it was and how it made you a sex pervert who would commit abominations like oral sex. Every weekend I like to have a couple of joints to unwind.