Slitting a Spliff
I was niccing on lunch, but Bujold always has smokes, so I met him out by the cafeteria doors, and we went out through the side gate. They’ve got a rusty old chain up, but somebody, I bet Bujold took bolt cutters to the lock, and just left it so you couldn’t tell. We looked around, and twisted it off, then snuck out the fence. They got some high wires back there, and a couple of those towers that look like the Eiffel tower in France, but it’s safe enough. Just don’t want to get busted smoking at school, and Bujold dug in his pocket. “Hey man, I brought a spliff, you want to split it with me?” “Yeah, “I laughed, “Split the spliff.” He pulled it out of his pack, but I was really …