I'm hanging out in the courtyard of my University with a few childhood friends who I have seen in many years in waking life. We are sitting on a stone slab in the shade of a young oak tree when some nearby youths offer my Korean friend an opium pipe. He has never smoked opium before and, since we are in a school environment, I advise him to take just a few puffs, lest he become lethargic (as one is prone to do when one partakes of that dreamy drug). Choosing to refrain from the resin, I open my backpack and remove a delicate, thin-stemmed, and convex pipe made from a milky pearlescent ceramic. Mary Jane lies prepared in the pipe and proceeds to seduce me with her lustful looks and erotic aroma. She does not fail to satisfy.
We then head to the nearest building, having concluded our session, and descend a flight of stairs to the basement where we are greeted by my math teacher from high school. It has been many years since I have seen him and he greets my mischievous nature with an all-knowing smile that effectively communicates "I know you're full of nonsense you little bugger". Putting on my very best poker face, and poker walk and talk, I float down the hallway to the classroom.