The supermarket parking lot is bathed in the muted glow of streetlights, the faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional beep of car alarms the only background noise. You sit in the passenger seat of your best friend’s car, staring out the window.
“Ever heard of shotgunning with a gun, like back in ‘Nam?”
Warren exhales a plume of smoke from the joint he's holding, letting the smoke swirl around the interior.
“No... how does that even work?”
He leans back in his seat, grinning as he passes over the joint. He’s got your attention.
“They’d use a real gun as a pipe. Light up the end, then use the barrel to funnel the smoke. Pretty cool, if you ask me.”
You take a slow drag, pondering your answer.
“Kinda poetic in a messed-up way. You’re taking something associated with violence and making it a part of something more…peaceful.”
“Yeah, exactly,”
Warren agrees, taking back the joint.
“But sometimes, you gotta… push the boundaries, y’know?”
His eyes flicker downwards to your lips as he takes another long drag from the joint. Smoke billows out slowly, wrapping the interior in a thick haze. He shifts in his seat, leaning in closer until his face just inches from yours.