so he handed it to me , first I drew it close to my nose, probably having second thoughts trying to convince my self not to do it, but the scent was intoxicating.
" light"
so he did, I put it on my lips, and took a deep breath, I felt it filling and burning my lungs, but yet I held it in. Then I exhaled slowly , drawing shapes with the smoke, looking in my friend's eyes. The weight was lifted, my head started to fly , I was floating. He was smiling at me with victory, but I didn't care much about him.
"Nice"
