“Come on, man,” said my buddy Tyler. “Just take one hit.”
“Naw, that’s okay,” I said. “You go ahead.”
“What’s wrong with you, man?”
“I just don’t feel like it tonight.”
“Bullshit. You never smoke anymore.”
I knew I shouldn’t have come to this concert. I knew there’d be drugs here, that I’d be tempted. Just like my old man was tempted.
“Give me that,” I said, taking the joint back.
I put it to my lips, took a deep breath and, for the moment, felt my pain go away.