[ganjaphish]

He pulled over to the side of the road, and the stranger with the large coat walked up... he opened the door and plopped himself down in the passenger seat. He was in his mid-twenties, longish hair and a beard. His smile dominated his face.
"Hey, thanks man, looks like it's gonna rain any minute now!"

"Hey no problem, where you headin?" he asked.

"Eh anywhere, everywhere, I don't really have a spot in mind. Actually lookin for a place to settle down for the night, know anywhere cheap around here?" The passenger unzipped his backpack as he spoke... "I don't really want to stay in a shelter, I don't have much money, but I have THIS."
He reached in his bag, and pulled out a little dark wooden box. He opened it carefully, and inside was a small sticky ball of hash in a plastic bag, neatly tucked beside a bag of the greenest, stoniest looking buds you could ever see.

"Man you got some balls busting that out on a stranger that picks you up," John says, easing back into his seat, smiling slyly.

"Yeah, I know, but it's all I have and I don't have anything to lose, yanno?" The passenger replied.

"Ah hell, you can crash at my place, I trust ya. What's your name, and where you from?"

"I'm Dean, I hail from Maine, I've been travelling the states the past few years just enjoying life, man. You'd be surprised at what I have seen in my life. Hey, you mind if I spark up in here?" he asks, pulling a joint from behind is ear.

"Hell yeah, I don't mind. You gotta be more careful about bustin that stash out though man, you're likely to get robbed, or busted."

Off they went, blazing a potent phat joint, and once again John starts feeling a little fuzzy. He grins, turns up the music, and presses down on the gas... Feeling free-spirited, he goes a little faster than he should, but what the hey. It's the weekend, got an assload of good buds, some good company, and nothing to do.