[Listen, he prefers a bong or an edible over a joint most days, but here we are anyway, without either of those immediately available, and Venkman's not gonna spend the next fifteen minutes desperately rolling the world's shittiest joint when he could just have one made for him.]
Thanks.
[He lights it and takes his first hit, exhaling slowly. A second. He hands it to Mark.]
no subject
Thanks.
[He lights it and takes his first hit, exhaling slowly. A second. He hands it to Mark.]
... Fuck this place, man.