“"Same ole. I did hear there's some kick-ass weed floating around that'll make you forget your name. Come on, I'll see if we can hook you up," he said, throwing his arm over my shoulders. "Can't. I have borderline asthma that acts up around smoke," I answered truthfully. My parents and I discovered my ailment when I was three years old and Butch lit up his bong with me in the room. According to Buttercup, I started hacking and wheezing almost immediately and totally freaked Butch out. After ...a trip to County Hospital he gave up pot that very day. At least with me around, he did. I sometimes wondered if he still blazed up when he was alone. "What a drag. You sure? Once you start inhaling you don't even notice the smoke," he offered ignorantly. "I appreciate it, but it's more the part of sucking something down into my lungs." "No biggie. I'm sure we can score you something else. You can never tell what someone will show up with.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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