1995, Glendale, CA.

You are so fucking high right now.

Your friend Daron invited you over to his apartment for you guys to try out the weed he got from a different plug. His reasoning was, “If this shit’s laced, I’m dying with you.”

So, here you were. Sitting on his couch, sharing a blunt.

He suggested you guys try something called “shotgunning.” You, being curious, agreed.

He took a hit, but held the smoke in. Daron leaned closer, kissing you to pass the smoke to your mouth.