Best Buds

  • After watching a drug-themed film called Blow I dream I too am a drug smuggler. Sitting with friends inside a strange building shaped like a boat, we surmise that there is no good marijuana to be found. Some of my cohorts go off to do a deal and return with a sackful of bulbous buds. However, upon opening it a putrid odor rises from the bag and inside I see a species of plant that is certainly not in the cannabis family. Yet my friends continue to claim it is and begin to smoke the disgusting stuff. I take August aside and suggest we fly to Portland, Oregon to buy a large quantity of super-high-quality cannabis sativa from a connection there. He agrees and shortly thereafter I am walking the streets of Portland. Sun rays setting the falling rain alight make the air itself prismatic. Everything glows rainbow.