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"Sounds good." I was surprised that Willie still wanted to go to the park. He must have used this morning before I picked him up. I was starting to feel the itch a little bit myself, but I wasn't there yet, I could wait through lunch, even enjoy the joint a little, that would make it a little easier. That was my rule, unless I was celebrating something I wouldn't use until I was feeling the pinch, I wasn't waiting until I was sweaty and starting to feel sick, but I was waiting until I was uncomfortable. To prove I still had some control, that I hadn't folded completely. It was also a good way to judge the hold on me, how long I had between the times that I needed to shoot up. I told myself that when it got to a certain point that that would be my signal to quit, I would take a vacation, put myself somewhere safe and sweat it the fuck out. But I hadn't set a cut off point yet, and that theoretical point seemed just as far off now as when I first thought it up, even as the time between hits shrank.
"Let's get four each, the munchies hit me pretty fucking hard."
"Let me have four with chicken, all the regular toppings, and sour cream too."
"I'll have four beef, no cheese on mine."
"Is that together or separate?"
"I got this one," Willie offered, "Together."
"That'll be nine dollars and forty-five cents.
"Thanks, bud."
"Don't even think about it."
We climbed up a hill and plopped ourselves down under a tree. Willie pulled a plastic bag out of his jacket pocket and rolled a very respectable joint. He gave it a last lick, blew on it for a moment, and then stuck it between his lips and lit it.
"I love the view from down here, the water on one side, and the city on the other, really damn pretty."
"Yeah, man." Willie passed me the joint and then dug out one of his tacos.
"They say that eating when you're high kills the buzz, I haven't found that to be particularly true, but even if it is I don't care, food is an important part of the experience for me."
"I could go either way."
I wasn't the biggest fan of marijuana, but I liked this part, when you inhale and you can feel it start to hit you, but before it's really going strong. Once I'm stoned I'm pretty useless, and it's fun, but I can't really add it to another activity like I can with alcohol. I've never really understood why marijuana is considered a social drug, it's true that I don't like to smoke alone, but I don't talk to anyone once I'm high, I'd be happiest just sitting and watching a movie with someone and not talking. If the authorities could get off of their ridiculous moral high horse for a minute and really look at the situation they'd legalize the stuff in a minute. Legalize it and regulate it, it's a lot easier to deal with a stoner than a drunk. Of course you'd probably end up with more people getting stoned and driving, but I doubt it would be any worse than the drunk driving problem we already have.