Snippet #2508434

"Um...I...uh wouldn't mind...trying?" was Rivers' response.

"Okay, take it easy on this stuff, small tokes, shits potent."

Rakim proceeded to take his last blunt out, started the caddy, and light it. His mind was wandering, thoughts of wherever they were 8 minutes ago, River, his childhood, and John's delicious chicken-burgers. Rakim took his third toke, then passed it to River.

"Remember, small tokes, this is potent."

She took a rather large toke, inhaled, and then let the most spectacularly hilarious coughing fit that Rakim had seen in years. He tried not to, but he couldn't help himself, he had to laugh.

"Don't worry, my first time was worse" It really was, too. He had directly inhaled half of the joint, and threw up all over John, after a much more spectacular fit of coughing that had brought him to the ground. He was 15.

He looked in her eyes as they pulled into his driveway, winked, and hopped out of the car. John was standing on the front porch, barbecuing his oh so infamous chicken-burgers.

"They almost done?" Rakim questioned, as River followed him up the porch steps, stumbling somewhat.

"Haha, yeah man, 'nother five minutes, and I got one rolled on the table inside.

Rakim laughed, looked at River, and asked how she was feeling. She looked like this was her first time. He couldn't say too much to her though, as he was starting to feel it too. Family guy was the only thing running through Rakim's mind, besides, of course River, but he couldn't do anything about that. So he told her to come watch Family guy with him, as he sprawled himself out on the couch, and let some obscenities fly at John for not cooking fast enough.