“smoke weed”
“...the unmistakable smell of poverty, a mixture of cigarette smoke, weed, stale sweat, and fried food.”
“I smoke weed all day. I'm a very successful addict. And a smart one. And a very charismatic one”
“What’s an Ashram?” he asked, blankly. Misunderstanding my hesitation, his face lit up in comprehension. Winking slyly, he asked, “Is it a place you go to smoke weed and have lots of sex?”
“Wet towel under the door,' said Barry. 'It's what you do when you're smoking weed in a hotel and you don't want everyone calling security. You're always supposed to have a towel. I read about it in a guide for hitchhiking through the galaxy.”
“The beautiful disease andThe government fallsalong the weed roomsflesh along the weed government . . .”