Floating in a quiet lake during a mid-summer day on a sofa with the girl of my dreams in my arms, cuddling and watching boats go by. We would pull out a box with stuff we had grown in our breakfast room with windows all around, 1/8 of Durban Poison, 1/8 of Purple Haze, 1/8 of Mauwie Wauie, 1/8 of that nice White Widow Indica, MaryJane. We would then proceed to cuddle and the person laying ontop (her) would be preparing some nice waterbongs that we blew the day before in our Glass Crafting class. We would spend the day smoking smooth great MJ and gaze into eachothers eyes while the clouds drift by.

[SKReeeeeeEEEECH]

The only problem is that the girl who fulfills the role as the girl of my dreams and the person in my heart, really does not like me smoking.