While on patrol in Colon Panama during Operation Just Cause a tall dreaded out jamaican guy stepped out of a deep doorway. I damn near shot him. He said "Hey Mon I got 2 for 2 for you mon" All I had was a five so he hands me 3 good size bones. I quickly slid them into my chest pocket before my squad leader caught up to me. We were using a hotel right on the beach as a patrol base. It was the best gig we had had in the 4 months in country. Everyone had an air conditioned room with a balcony facing the Atlantic. I stepped out onto to the balcony and fired my first bone in years. 3 drags, the second probably unecessary, and I was bombed. I heard a comedian say once. Never smoke weed when your high. You don't get any higher you just get lower on weed.
I went looking for my surf buddies to share the toke. After of course what seemed like hours I found them on the roof of the hotel with lawn chairs and 2 coolers full of Cervezas. The five of us watched the sun set over the Atlantic that night.