Cannadventures

He took you to his spot

  you toked off mini pipes

  and swapped stories

  and looked at the city lights.

From the top of the Butte.

 

A concert featuring a rapper.

  Just right outside the music hall.

What a better place to

  roll a joint (on the sidewalk)?

 

She's your friend's boss.

And she has a dab pen.

It burns your lungs

  like wildfire.

 

Don't do drugs, kids.

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