Our theme for February is actually a challenge: write a piece without using first person pronouns (I, me, we, etc.)
“I just… walk in?”
“They check your ID at the door, but yeah. Just walk in.”
“I don’t like this. You go first.”
They show their driver’s licenses. Washington then Michigan, and they step into the tanged, herbed smell of marijuana.
“It’s…. It’s like a liquor store,” she whispers. “But nicer.”
“Weird, right?”
“So you just walk up and say, like—” she juts out her jaw and frowns— “I want some weed, bro.”
“I want some dank weed, bro.”
Bongs and pipes and cover the walls. Its own stained glass.
“How many kinds do they have?” she angles herself as if to hide her question from the cashiers.
“It’s a whole industry.” He shrugs. “It’s like asking how many kinds of alcohol there are.”