2021.12.28
Brian began smoking marijuana around 10:30 that morning, after breakfast was finished and there was nothing more requiring accomplishment. No work, no errands, no small chips into a mountain that could define his life. There was nothing precluding smoking by 10:30 that morning.
Brian opened the heavy bulkhead doors, exposing his basement to a steep angled view of the backyard and amplifying the chatter of birds congregating in the trees. He held the glass pipe to his mouth, lighting the weed in the bowl and inhaling slowly. He watched the orange ember and the ways it flared and speculated whether he was taking a large enough hit to feel the effects.
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