The meal was simple; baked chicken, potatoes and spinach salad. Delicious and filling, but neither of us overate. It was difficult for me to not rush the meal, and I could tell grandma was having the same difficulty. After dinner we loaded the dishwasher, retired to the living room and we passed each other a joint. m*******a was legal in Vermont, andI took deep drags on the blunt. The last time I smoked pot, I was in college after having recently been decrimalized in Pennsylvania, but I didn't have a medical needs card, so for me it was illegal. But when you're a college student, the last thing you think about is the legality of some things.
After the cigarette was done and the roach tamped out, we went to the bedroom. Any possible inhibitions I might have had gone up in smoke, pun intend
