McFing rolls up a thick sturdy looking joint for you, he starts it off with a hungry pull, his cheeks expanding like Louis Armstrong. He hands it to you and you follow suit. It tastes great! A wintery Pine, a familair taste from a high a couple decades back, memorys still in your cells as you exhale. Quickly a golden high settles over you, a familair magic feeling like you would get early in your weed smoking days.