Making a bit of a hash of things...
This is a tale of accidental and very mild sabotage.

It occurred long ago. So long in fact that not only was I consuming THC with alarming regularity, but the THC was more often than not contained within solid brown lumps.

Already stoned, but in pursuit of a greater high, I sat at the coffee table beside my flatmate, and proceeded to build a spliff, as I believe the modern vernacular would described such an activity.

The papers sat splayed, cushioning a nest of tobacco into which I crumbled lightly toasted lumps of soapbar, or so I thought.

Being that I was already heady from the effect of previous reefers, I failed spectacularly to pay sufficient attention to the task at hand.

It was only the drawled "hey, man. Why are you putting hash on my dinner?" that alerted me to my error.

The act itself that wasn't wholly unwelcome; stoners being content to take the drug however it may be delivered, but my fumbling around his dinner plate, scraping chips clean of their unusual condiment before returning them wasn't so warmly accepted.

It was quite a greasy spliff by the time I'd finished.
( Moey, Mon 22 Sep 2008, 14:44, Reply)