Page 137 of Never Stop
Avery started to pull contents out of the box. I watched as he set a black looking tower fan on the table, a clear long tube, various glass pieces and what looked like a wad of plastic bags.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“It’s the vaporizer I told you about,” Easton answered.
“How does it work?” I couldn’t believe I was asking about it like I wanted to actually use it.
Easton leaned forward and grabbed the tube. “This goes in the top and you can smoke from it. Or,” he reached for a glass elbow looking thing, “you can attach this to a bag, let it fill up with smoke and then suck from it.”
“How doyouknow all this?”
He cracked a smile. “Research.”
I relaxed a little. “So you’ve never used one of these?”
Easton and Avery laughed as they looked at each other. “There’s no power outlet under the bleachers or in the park.” Easton chuckled.
I rolled my eyes. “How does it work?”
Avery reached into the box again and pulled out a black case. It looked like a giant round pill box. He twisted it open. “You put your Purple Cheese inside here, close it up and twist it so it grinds down to flakes.”
“Why?”
“It burns better.”
I was totally confused. “How does it burn without being lit on fire?”
“How about I show you as I get it ready for you?” Easton asked.
I looked to Nicole and she grinned.
“Fine.”
Easton opened the prescription bottle and pulled out what looked like a nugget of weed. The unmistakable smell instantly filled the air. Of course I knew what it was—how it smelled—whatever. As I watched Easton grind the Purple Cheese, and Avery put together the vaporizer, I talked myself into doing it. I knew it wouldn’t kill me, butmaybeit would make me feel better.
“Are you sure it won’t burn my lung?” I asked my husband.
“It shouldn’t,” he answered.
Well that was reassuring.
“You want to do the bag or the whip?” Avery asked.
“The whip?”
He held up the tub thing.
“She should try the bag first,” Easton responded for me.
I shrugged not knowing the difference.
Avery set up the bag and I watched as he turned on the machine. Easton emptied some of the grinded pot into the top of what appeared to be an hourglass, and then turned to me. “So this will heat up the weed and cause it to smoke. Smoke will fill the whip and start filling up the bag. When you start sucking in the smoke, you’ll need to hold your finger on the whip after you remove the bag.”
“So complicated,” I murmured.
Nicole stood. “I’ll go get you some water.”
“Once you have a lung full, hold it in as long as you can before you blow it out.”
