As a natural born gentleman, he lits up her bong while she’s inhaling the smoke dense of THC and carefully holds it a bit to the side so that her nose doesn’t get burned.
-“So you live in the neighborhood?” she asks while slowly releasing her lungs muscles.
– “Yes, right there on Noll.” he points to the dark.
-“Oh, how cool. Me too!”
-“It’s a nice street….I hear.” They both laugh.
-“So do you have any roommates.” She asks while he’s lighting a bong for himself this time.
-“Yeah, I have four roommates.”
-“Oh, that’s quite a lot.”
-“Yeah, but one lives in the closet.” He briskly offers an explanation.
-“What? How?”
-“Well, he pays only 200. So it’s quite a good deal. He’s got his bed on the floor and underneath it he’s got a couch. And if he doesn’t close the door, he can stretch his legs… He’s got it nicely figured out.”
-“Neat.” she replies and demands her turn of the bong.
