““...because I really haven't even done drugs, and she kept looking at me like maybe I was lying just to get her out of there. So finally I said that yes, okay. I'd smoked pot a few times, and that seemed to make her happy. Like it's not possible that there's a kid om this planet who hasn't smoked pot. Moron. "How abour glue?" she askes me. I nodded, and she lit up like a Chtistmas tree. At least until I said, "I used to eat paste. In kindergarten. Bad habit. I totally gave it up, though, I swear. It didn't mix with the apple juice so well.””
