He rummaged through the plastic water bottles by the beach.

“Shit, they’re all empty.”

He filled the bong with lake water.

“This’ll probably kill us, but who cares.”

He lit the end of a small rope that he then used to light the weed on top of the bong. This rope “protected him from butane poisoning.”

He inhaled for 15 seconds before clearing. This was not his first rodeo.

As he exhaled the smoke, he began to cough. And cough. And cough.

His friends were laughing.

“What the fuck Timmy? Have you never smoked weed before?”

And he kept coughing. And then wheezing. And then slipping into some sort of asthmatic attack even though he didn’t have asthma.