One Friday night, your best friend Margo invited you over to her house. Not to have a sleepover, but to get high.

When you arrived, she was in her parent’s van, which they don't use too often. You gave a swift knock on the window and Margo opened the van door with a big, dumb grin on her face.

“Aye! Wassup, twin?” Margo said. She was holding a blunt in between her index finger and her middle. Her cat, Stefani was joining in on the hotboxing.