Sometime last week, I was walking down a popular residential colony when something smelt not right. Quickly, I realised that it was the smell of marijuana fumes. Some anti-social elements, American citizens of Indian origin were puffing away on lethal drugs. All of them were down on holiday.
Five or six of them, wasting their youth, on drugs.
One of the boys explained to me that a joint is made out of marijuana leaves and tobacco. The two are mixed, spread over a cigarette paper, and rolled. A roach or the filter of the joint is made out of used train tickets. Marijuana joints hamper the normal functioning of the brain, thus causing grades to decline.
“Marijuana prices have increased over the past few years.”, said one of the lads, they wouldn’t reveal their names.
“Look, this is the stock of the marijuana plant. I used to get all of this much (a whole lot of it he had in his bag) for Rs. 300 when I last came, some 4 years ago. It now costs me Rs. 900.”
“I enjoy smoking and then having sex.”, said another lad. “Nothing like fucking after a couple of joints +a whole bar of chocolate. Beer can follow the sex.”
All of these boys had weird beards and spoke in a funny accent. All of them are aspiring theater actors, or so they say.
“All the girls that we know smoke pot too. We only hang out with girls who smoke pot and have sex.”, said this lad.
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