As soon as the men made it back to their room each collapsed down, Norman on the sofa, Xavier in the chaise lounge. They lie motionless for a moment or two before Norman sat up and pulled out his pack of Marlboro reds. Xavier did not wish for Norman to smoke in his presence especially after the exquisite meal they had just consumed. However, Norman reached in his breast pocket and pulled out a little bindle of paper filled with a bright green strain of marijuana, Norman referred to as 'Afghani Queen'. Xavier watched intently as he, himself, had never seen anyone hand roll a joint in front of him. Xavier was fascinated by the nimble dexterity of his friends sausage shaped fingers. Now Xavier became confused when he noticed Norman setting the unrolled joint down, resting it safely upon the fold in the pack of cigarette papers, Norman called 'skins'. When he saw him crack open a cigarette Xavier asked "What are you doing?"
"Oh, we add tobacco to our spliffs."
"Why?" Xavier questioned him further.
"Mary Jane's expensive, makes it last longer." Norman answered truthfully.
"Yes, but it also would ruin the taste of the herb." Xavier explained then added "Besides, you do not have to worry about the expense today, and also, I despise the taste and smell of tobacco."
"Yeah?" Norman laughed "You should'a said something mate! Fuck I've been smokin' in front of ya the whole time. Sorry mate, I know cigarettes smell awful, the smoke gets in my clothes, my mouth, my finger tips..." Norman sighed "It's just so fucking hard to quit!" Norman said frustrated as he rolled up a pure cannabis cigarette, as large as a ladies pinkie.
"Well, you are either a smoker, or you are not a smoker." Xavier said trying to give him a bit of encouragement to quit. "You just have to decide which one of those you want to be."
Norman said nothing just taking the little seed of support his friend had planted in his mind then he lit up the sweet aromatic, class 1 drug, inhaling deeply the foreign herbaceous substance. Norman passed the joint to his buddy and Xavier took a long cool drag off the pungent 'joy stick' as Norman referred to it. As the acrid smoke expanded in his lungs the canabinoid and beta canabinoid traveled up through his blood stream directly to the neuron receptors in his brain; which controlled the output of serotonin and dopamine. Within 45 seconds Xavier felt a warm, deeply relaxing feeling sweep over his entire body, as he seemed to sink down into the chaise lounge; which oddly was so much more comfortable now then two minutes ago. With every puff, as Xavier lie back smoking like a dragon, all was calm in his mind. The act of smoking this 'controlled substance' helped to ease his rapacious stomach, as it churned trying to digest the huge quantities of meat and red wine. Now a deep abiding peace overtook the warmth he was feeling, Xavier just wanted to sleep.
"I am so full!" Norman shouted as he took a few more tokes before stubbing out the joint in the crystal ashtray on the coffee table. "I don't think I can move for the next thirty minutes."
"Listen, let's just take a nap for an hour or so, then will get up and go out on the town and find some gorgeous women to keep us company." Xavier said as he grabbed one of the tartan wool throws by the fireplace covering himself with the warm blanket. Xavier waited for Norman to reply, but Norman was already fast asleep on the long, comfortable sofa. So each of the intoxicated men slept soundly in a quite rest in the silence of the posh hotel suite. However, it would not be until a quarter past 4 o'clock in the a.m. before Norman and Xavier would awake from their 'food induced coma's'. The clubs were closed and everyone had gone home, but our dear boys had awoken well after all the parties and party goers had called it a night. The two opened up a chilled bottle of champagne from the mini frig and continued smoking the rest of the huge joint. With a yawn and a deep stretch Xavier sat up and was glad to have Norman's company, so the two sat and talked with each other for a few hours. "So what are your plans for your money?" Xavier asked as he saw a twinkle come to Norman's eyes as he remembered the twelve grand he had left over.
A rosy glow came over Norman's face as he smiled and said with exuberance "Well, I'll tell you..," he paused as he rubbed his hands together with glee.
"Oh, we add tobacco to our spliffs."
"Why?" Xavier questioned him further.
"Mary Jane's expensive, makes it last longer." Norman answered truthfully.
"Yes, but it also would ruin the taste of the herb." Xavier explained then added "Besides, you do not have to worry about the expense today, and also, I despise the taste and smell of tobacco."
"Yeah?" Norman laughed "You should'a said something mate! Fuck I've been smokin' in front of ya the whole time. Sorry mate, I know cigarettes smell awful, the smoke gets in my clothes, my mouth, my finger tips..." Norman sighed "It's just so fucking hard to quit!" Norman said frustrated as he rolled up a pure cannabis cigarette, as large as a ladies pinkie.
"Well, you are either a smoker, or you are not a smoker." Xavier said trying to give him a bit of encouragement to quit. "You just have to decide which one of those you want to be."
Norman said nothing just taking the little seed of support his friend had planted in his mind then he lit up the sweet aromatic, class 1 drug, inhaling deeply the foreign herbaceous substance. Norman passed the joint to his buddy and Xavier took a long cool drag off the pungent 'joy stick' as Norman referred to it. As the acrid smoke expanded in his lungs the canabinoid and beta canabinoid traveled up through his blood stream directly to the neuron receptors in his brain; which controlled the output of serotonin and dopamine. Within 45 seconds Xavier felt a warm, deeply relaxing feeling sweep over his entire body, as he seemed to sink down into the chaise lounge; which oddly was so much more comfortable now then two minutes ago. With every puff, as Xavier lie back smoking like a dragon, all was calm in his mind. The act of smoking this 'controlled substance' helped to ease his rapacious stomach, as it churned trying to digest the huge quantities of meat and red wine. Now a deep abiding peace overtook the warmth he was feeling, Xavier just wanted to sleep.
"I am so full!" Norman shouted as he took a few more tokes before stubbing out the joint in the crystal ashtray on the coffee table. "I don't think I can move for the next thirty minutes."
"Listen, let's just take a nap for an hour or so, then will get up and go out on the town and find some gorgeous women to keep us company." Xavier said as he grabbed one of the tartan wool throws by the fireplace covering himself with the warm blanket. Xavier waited for Norman to reply, but Norman was already fast asleep on the long, comfortable sofa. So each of the intoxicated men slept soundly in a quite rest in the silence of the posh hotel suite. However, it would not be until a quarter past 4 o'clock in the a.m. before Norman and Xavier would awake from their 'food induced coma's'. The clubs were closed and everyone had gone home, but our dear boys had awoken well after all the parties and party goers had called it a night. The two opened up a chilled bottle of champagne from the mini frig and continued smoking the rest of the huge joint. With a yawn and a deep stretch Xavier sat up and was glad to have Norman's company, so the two sat and talked with each other for a few hours. "So what are your plans for your money?" Xavier asked as he saw a twinkle come to Norman's eyes as he remembered the twelve grand he had left over.
A rosy glow came over Norman's face as he smiled and said with exuberance "Well, I'll tell you..," he paused as he rubbed his hands together with glee.
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