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Who is to say how much salt is enough?
There are sex, drugs and rock and roll in State Hospitals too. Jax paid twenty bucks for what amounted to three joints. A staff member was selling it to a few of the cooler guys. After promising I wouldn't let his girlfriend find out about our little excursion we walked to the gazebo. There were a couple of gazebos on the northern end of Complex Four and one of them proved to be a great spot.
I felt that first hit go to my head. Oh ya, it was nice, good herb, a crazy friend, music on his radio, a fresh breeze blowing through, Batman was coming on TV in a few minutes, and he had change for soda. Wow...life was good.
Then it hit me, shit I was baked! I had to go and face people who were sure to see I was high. Then that cracked me up. What, were they supposed to think I was acting weird or something? Nothing I could do or say would cause an eye to bat. I was flying and who could possibly notice? Cool, but sad.
Maybe it was the weed but I started to wonder why Twinkies tasted so damn good. Man, when I get out, I'm buying a whole box of them.
"Jax, what to you think of Twinkies?"
To each their own, he said. To each their own.
Sounds like one of the better days. 
