A/N: PPP means “Puff, puff, pass.” Weed Etiquette. I’ve never smoked.

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Bobby’s POV

I’m trying my best not to laugh, but this is funny. Chiapas all over again.

Tank’s high as a kite. He’s laid out on the living room floor, passed out, a smile on his face.

Mrs. CJ and Lula are laughing their asses off and the sisters are staring at Tank in shock.

“Is he going to be OK?” Chenae asks, crouched next to Tank. She glares at Lula. “You should be trying to help him instead of laughing at him.”

Lula just waves. “He high, Chenae. Only a few ways to work that off.” She grins at me and I burst into laughter. Fuck it. I start video-taping this. No one will ever believe me if I don’t. Continue reading →